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FABLES OF JOHN GAY 



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FABLES OF JOHN GAY 



(SOMEWHAT ALTERED). 



AFFECTIONATELY PKESENTED TO 



MARGARET ROSE, 



BY HER UNCLE 



JOHN BENSON ROSE. 




[FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION.] 



LONDON: 
PKINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES & SONS, STAMFORD STREET. 

AND CHARING CROSS. 
1871. 






LONDON: 

l'RINTEDBY "WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, STAMFORD STBK.ET, 
AND CHARING CROSS. 



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DEDICATION. 



Sbt fcoulte la Jttargarite. 

When I first saw you — never mind the year — you could speak 
no English, and when next I saw you, after a lapse of two 
years, you would prattle no French ; when again we met, you 
were the nymph with bright and flowing hair, which fright- 
ened his Highness Prince James out of his feline senses, 
when, as you came in by the door, he made his bolt by the 
window. It was then that you entreated me, with "most 
petitionary vehemence," to write you a book — a big book — 
thick, and all for yourself — 

" Apollo heard, and granting half the prayer, 
Shuffled to winds the rest and tossed in air." 

I have not written the book, nor is it thick : but I have 
printed you a book, and it is thin. And I take the occasion 
to note that old GeofPry Chaucer, our father poet, must have 
had you in his mind's eye, by prescience or precognition, or 
he could hardly else have written two poems, one on the 
daisy and one on the rose. They are poems too long for 
modern days, nor are we equal in patience to our fore- 
fathers, who read ' The Faerie Queen,' £ Gondibcrt,' and 
the 8 Polyolbion,' annually, as they cheeringly averred, 
through and out Photography, steam, and electricity make us 
otherwise, and Patience has fled to the spheres ; therefore, 
if feasible, shall " brevity be the soul of wit," and we will 

a 3 



vi DEDICATION. 

eschew " tediousness and outward flourishes " in compressing 
' The Flower and the Leaf into little : — 

The Flower and the Leaf. 
A maiden in greenwood in month of sweet May, 
Arose and awoke at the dawn of the day : 

As she wended along, 

She heard fairie song — 
" &i Coulee est ta JfHargante." 
There the Ladye the Flower and Ladye the Leaf, 
With knights and squires of fairie chief, 

Were met upon mead, 

For devoir and deed — 
Homage unto " %a fcoulce iftJaugarite." 

There the ladye in white and the ladye in green 
Sat on their thrones by the Fairie Queen, 

Whilst knights did their duty, 

And bowed down to beauty — 
" §>i ttoulcr est la #Hargaute,"— 
When the skies grew hot and the ladies pale, 
And the storm descended in lightning and hail, 

As they danced and sung, 

And the burden rung — 
" Jz>ouS la feutlle, Sous la feutlle, meet." 

Our Ladye of Leaf asked her of the Flower 
And fairie Nymphs to shelter in bower: 

And they danced and sung, 

And the refrain rung — 
" §>i fcoulce in la tfHargaute." 
All woe begone shivered the Ladye Flower, 
The Ladye Leaf glittered in gems from the shower : 

As they danced and sung, 

And the refrain rung — 
"g>t fcoulce est la ilXargartie." 



DEDICATION. vu 

And knights and squires then wended forth, 
East and west, and south and north : 

To free forests and shores 

From giants and boars, 
And shelter in night and in storm ; 
And every knight bore in chief on his shield 
The foyle en verte on an argent field : 

And they rode and they sung 

The huge oaks among : — 
" Sous la fnttlle, sous lafcuille, tionne." 

The maiden then asked of the Fair^e Queen 
To tell her the moral of what she had seen : 

Who answered and sung 

In her fairie tongue — 

"&i ttouUt est la ftlavcrartU," 

The knight that is wise will lead from bower 
The lasting Leaf — not the fading Flower : 

And when storms arise 

To turmoil life's skies — 

"Sous la frotllt, sous la feutlle, meet" 



Within my twentie yeares of age, 
When Love asserteth most his courage, 
I dreamed a dream, now fain to tell — 
A dream that pleased me wondrous well. 
Now this dream will I rime aright, 
To make your heartes gave and light ; 
For Love desireth it — also 
Commandeth me that it be so. 
It is the i&omaunt of ti)e 3ftoSe, 
And tale of love 1 must disclose. 



M Ji DEDICATION. 

Fair is the matter for to make, 

But fairer — if she will to take 

For whom the romaunt is begonne 

For that I wis she is the fair one 

Of mokle prise ; and therefore she 

So worthier is beloved to be ; 

And well she ought of prise and right 

Be clepened 3&o£e of every wight. 

But it was May, thus dreamed me, — 

A time of love and jollitie : 

A time there is no husks or straw, 

But new grene leaves on everie shaw; 

The woods were grene, the earth was proud, 

Beastes and birdes sung aloud ; 

And earth her poore estate forgote, 

In which the winter her had fraught. 

Ah ! ben in May the sunne is bright, 

And everie thing does take delight : 

The nightingale then singeth blithe; 

Then is blissful many a scithe; 

The goldfinch and the popinjay, 

They then have many things to say. 

Hard is his heart that loveth nought 

In May, when all such love is wrought. 

Eight from my bed full readilie, 
That it was by the morrow earlie ; 
And up I rose, and gan me clothe 
Anon I with my handes bothe : 
A silver needle forth I drew 
Out of an aguiler quainte inew, 
And gan this needle threade anone, 
For out of town me list to gone, 



DEDICATION. IX 

Jollife and gaye, full of gladnesse, 

Towards a river gan I mo dresse, 

For from a hill that stood there neere 

Came down the stream of that rivere — 

My face, I wis, there saw I wele, 

The bottom ypaved everie dele 

With gravel, which was shining shene, 

In meadows soft and soote and greene. 

And full attempre out of drede 

Then gan I walken throw the mede 

Downward ever in my playing 

As the river's waters straying ; 

And when I had awhile igone 

I saw a garden right anone, 

Of walls with many portraitures, 

And bothe of images and peintures — 
But you may read it as it flows 
In Chaucer's Iftomaunt of ti)e 3&o£e. 



Now go, my booke, and be courageous, 

For now I send you for the into the worlde. 
A&d though ye may find some outrageous, 

And in a petie be in some cornere hurl'd ; 
Yet you by little fingeres will be greased 

And known hereafter by the marke of thumbe ; 
At which, my little booke, be ye well pleased, 

For booke, like mouthe, unopened is dumbe. 
And there be some, perchance, will bidde you off 

To Con ventre, or Yorke, or Jericho ; 



DEDICATION. 

But be not you, my booke, abashed by scoff, 

For I will teacli you where you boun to go, — 
Which is in Gloucestershire, there unto Bisley, 

Where the church spire is spied long afarre ; 
It is not either uncouth, square, or grisly, 

But soareth high, as if to catch a starre ; 
Where shall the brother of the (Cl)vtstian ©tart, 

JUble, hereafter tend the seven springs, 
Above whose fountains doth Ci)e ©robe uprear, 

Like to Mount Helicon, where Clio sings, 
Where rookes build, and peacocke spreadeth tail, 

And there the wood-pigeon doth sobbe Coo coo ; 
Neither do sparrow, merle or mavis fail, 

And there the owl at midnight singeth Whoo. 
And where there are a Haiirrl and a 3ft ose, 

Beneath whose branches wide a broode doth haunt ; 
The whom high walls and fretted gates enclose, 

Where goode may enter, badde are bidde avaunt. 
And there is one yclepen fHargarctc, 

Who alsoe for the nonce is clepen Eose, 
For she must on some other hille be sette 

When Hymen seos shall her lotte dispose. 
And, little booke, it is to her you runne, 

And sisters eight, for they, in soothe, are nine ; 
And in their bo were baskc as in the sunne, 

And beare fftaitf JHarion'S love to Catherine, 
Who is her gossipe, and she is her pette ; 

And nought mote save us from a wrath condign, 
If you, my booke, should haplessly forgette, 

Nor bended knees, I trow, nor teares of ffclatcrauU. 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE 

Dedication ,. v 

Introduction 1 

Lion, Tiger, and Traveller 4 

Spaniel and Chameleon 6 

Mother, Nurse, and Fairy 7 

Jove's Eagle, and Murmuring Beasts .. ! 9 

Wild Boar and Earn 10 

Miser and Plutas 11 

Lion, Fox, and Gander 12 

Lady and Wasp 14 

Bull and Mastiff 15 

Elephant and Bookseller 16 

Turkey, Peacock, and Goose 18 

Cupid, Hymen, and Plutus 20 

The Tamed Fawn 21 

Monkey who had seen the World 22 

Philosopher and Pheasant 24 

Pin and Needle 25 

Shepherd's Dog and Wolf . . .. 26 

The Unsatisfactory Painter . . . . 27 

Lion and Cub 29 

Old Hen and Young Cock 30 

Ratcatcher and Cats 31 

Goat without a Beard 33 

Old Woman and her Cats 34 

Butterfly and Snail 36 

Scold and Parrot 37 

Cur and Mastiff 38 

Sick Man and the Angel . . . . 39 

Persian, Sun, and Cloud 41 

Fox at the point of Death 42 

Setting Dog and Partridge 43 



xii CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

Universal Apparition 44 

Owls and Sparrow 46 

Courtier and Proteus 47 

Mastiff 49 

Barley Mow and Dunghill 50 

Pythagoras and Countryman 51 

Farmer's Dame and Raven .. 52 

Turkey and Ant 54 

Father and Jupiter 55 

Two Monkeys 56 

Owl and Farmer 58 

Juggler and Vice 59 

Council of Horses 61 

Hound and Huntsman 63 

Poet and the Eose 64 

Cur, Horse, and Shepherd's Dog 66 

Court of Death 67 

Florist and Pig . . . . t 68 

Man and Flea 69 

Hare and many Friends 71 

Dog and Fox 72 

Vulture, Sparrow, and Birds 75 

Ape and Poultry .. .. 78 

Ant in Office 81 

Bear in a Boat 85 

Squire and Cur 88 

Countryman and Jupiter 91 

Man, Cat, Dog, and Fly 95 

Jackall, Leopard, and Beasts 98 

Degenerate Bees 101 

Packhorse and Carrier 104 

Pan and Fortune 107 

Plutus, Cupid, and Time 109 

Owl, Swan, Cock, Spider, Ass, and Farmer .. 113 

Cookmaid, Turnspit, and Ox 117 

Raven, Sexton, and Earthworm 120 

Town Mouse and Country Mouse 124 

Magpie and Brood 126 

The Three Warnings 129 

Postscript 131 



GAY'S FABLES. 



INTRODUCTION. 



Kemote from cities dwelt a swain, 
Unvexed by petty cares of gain ; 
His head was silvered, and by age 
He bad contented grown and sage ; 
In summer's beat and winter's cold 
He fed bis flock and penned bis fold, 
Devoid of envy or ambition, 
So bad be won a proud position. 

A deep pbilosopber, wbose rules 
Of moral life were drawn from schools, 
With wonder sought this shepherd's nest, 
And his perplexity expressed: 

" Whence is thy wisdom ? Hath thy toil 
O'er books consumed the midnight oil, 
Communed o'er Greek and Eoman pages, 
With Plato, Socrates — those sages — 
Or fathomed Tully, — or hast travelled 
With wise Ulysses, and unravelled 



INTRODUCTION. 

Of customs half a mundane sphere ? " 
The shepherd answered him: " I ne'er 

From books or from mankind sought learning, 

For both will cheat the most discerning ; 

The more perplexed the more they view 

In the wide fields of false and true. 
" I draw from Nature all I know — 

To virtue friend, to vice a foe. 

The ceaseless labour of the bee 

Prompted my soul to industry ; 

The wise provision of the ant 

Made me for winter provident ; 

My trusty dog there showed the way, 

And to be true I copy Tray. 

Then for domestic hallowed love, 

I learnt it of the cooing dove ; 

And love paternal followed, when 

I marked devotion in the hen. 

" Nature then prompted me to school 

My tongue from scorn and ridicule, 

And never with important mien 

In conversation to o'erween. 

I learnt some lessons from the fowls : 

To shun solemnity, from owls; 

Another lesson from the pie, — 

Pert and pretentious, and as sly ; 

And to detest man's raids and mulctures, 

From eagles, kites, goshawks, and vultures ; 



INTRODUCTION. 

But most of all abhorrence take 
From the base toad or viler snake, 
With filthy venom in the bite, 
Of envies, jealousies, and spite. 
Thus from Dame Nature and Creation 
Have I deduced my observation ; 
Nor found I ever thing so mean, 
That gave no moral thence to glean." 

Then the philosopher replied : 
" Thy fame, re-echoed far and wide, 
Is just and true : for books misguide,— 
As full, as man himself, of pride; 
But Nature, rightly studied, leads 
To noble thoughts and worthy deeds." 



TO 

HIS HIGHNESS WILLIAM DUKE OF CUMBERLAND. 



FABLE I. 
Liox, Tiger, and Tkavellee. 

Accept, my Prince, the moral fable, 

To youth ingenuous, profitable. 

Nobility, like beauty's youth, 

May seldom hear the voice of truth ; 

Or mark and learn the fact betimes 

That flattery is the nurse of crimes. 

Friendship, which seldom nears a throne, 

Is by her voice of censure known. 

To one in your exalted station 

A courtier is a dedication ; 

But I dare not to dedicate 

My verse e'en unto royal state. 

My muse is sacred, and must teach 
Truths which they slur in courtly speech. 
But I need not to hide the praise, 
Or veil the thoughts, a nation pays; 
We in your youth and virtues trace 
The dawnings of your royal race; 
Discern the prom p tings of your breast, 
Discern you succour the distrest, 
Discern your strivings to attain 
The heights above the lowly plain. 



LION, TIGEE, AND TEAYELLEE. 

Thence shall Nobility inspire 
Your bosom with her holy fire ; 
Impressing on your spirit all 
Her glorious and heroical. 



A tigress prowling for her prey 
Assailed a traveller on his way ; 
A passing lion thought no shame 
To rob the tigress of her game. 
They fought: he conquered in the strife; 
Of him the traveller begged for life. 
His life the generous lion gave, 
And him invited to his cave. 
Arrived, they sat and shared the feast. 

The lion spoke : he said, " What beast 
Is strong enough to fight with me? 
You saw the battle, fair and free. 
My vassals fear me on my throne : 
These hills and forests are my own. 
The lesser tribes of wolf and bear 
Kegard my royal den with fear ; 
Their carcases, on either hand, 
And bleaching bones now strew the land." 

" It is so," said the man, "I saw 
What well might baser natures awe ; 
But shall a monarch, like to you, 
Place glory in so base a view? 
Bobbers invade a neighbour's right, 
But Love and Justice have more might. 
mean and sordid are the boasts 
Of plundered lands and wasted hosts ! 



GAY'S FABLES. 

Kings should by love and justice reign, 
Nor be like pirates of the main. 
Your clemency to me has shown 
A virtue worthy of a throne : 
If Heaven has made you great and strong, 
Use not her gifts to do us wrong." 
The lion answered : "It is plain 
That I have been abused ; my reign 
By slaves and sophisters beset. 
But tell me, friend, didst ever yet 
Attend in human courts ? You see, 
My courtiers say they rule like me." 



FABLE II. 

The Spaniel and Chameleon. 

A spaniel mightily well bred, 
Ne'er taught to labour for his bread, 
But to play tricks and bear him smart, 
To please his lady's eyes and heart, 
Who never had the whip for mischief, 
But praises from the damsel — his chief. 

The wind was soft, the morning fair, 
They issued forth to take the air. 
He ranged the meadows, where a green 
Cameleon — green as grass — was seen. 

" Halloa ! you chap, who change your coat, 
What do you rowing in this boat? 
Why have you left the town? I say 
You're wrong to stroll about this way : 



SPANIEL AND CHAMELEON. 

Preferment, which your talent crowns, 
Believe me, friend, is found in towns." 

" Friend," said the sycophant, " 'tis true 
One time I lived in town like you. 
I was a courtier born and bred, 
And kings have bent to me the head. 
I knew each lord and lady's passion, 
And fostered every vice in fashion. 
But Jove was wrath— loves not the liar — 
He sent me here to cool my fire, 
Ketained my nature — but he shaped 
My form to suit the thing I aped, 
And sent me in this shape obscene, 
To batten in a sylvan scene. 
How different is your lot and mine ! 
Lo ! how you eat, and drink, and dine ; 
Whilst I, condemned to thinnest fare, 
Like those I flattered, feed on air. 
Jove punishes what man rewards; — 
Pray you accept my best regards." 



FABLE III. 

Mother, Nurse, and Fairy. 

"Give me a son, grant me an heir!" 
The fairies granted her the prayer. 
And to the partial parent's eyes 
Was never child so fair and wise ; 
Waked to the morning's pleasing joy, 
The mother rose and sought her boy. 



GAY'S FABLES. 

She found the nurse like one possessed, 
Who wrung her hands and beat her breast. 
" What is the matter, Nurse — this clatter : 
The boy is well — what is the matter?" 

"What is the matter? Ah! I fear 
The dreadful fairy has been here, 
And changed the baby-boy. She came 
Invisible ; I'm not to blame 
She's changed the baby : here's a creature ! — 
A pug, a monkey, every feature ! 
Where is his mothers mouth and grace? 
His father's eyes, and nose, and face ? " 

" Woman," the mother said, " you're blind : 
He's wit and beauty all combined." 

" Lord, Madam ! with that horrid leer ! — 
That squint is more than one can bear." 

But, as she spoke, a pigmy wee soul 
Jumped in head-foremost through the key-hole, 
Perched on the cradle, and from thence 
Harangued with fairy vehemence : 

" Repair thy wit — repair thy wit ! 
Truly, you are devoid of it. 
Think you that fairies would change places 
With sons of clay and human races — 
In one point like to you alone, 
That we are partial to our own ; 
For neither would a fairy mother 
Exchange her baby for another; 
But should we change with imps of clay, 
We should be idiots — like as they." 



JOVE'S EAGLE, AND MURMURING BEASTS. 9 

FABLE IY. 

Jove's Eagle, and Murmuring Beasts. 

As Jove once on his judgment- seat, 

Opened the trap-door at his feet ; 

Up flew the murmurs of creation, 

Of every brute that had sensation. 

The Thunderer, therefore, called his Eagle, 

Which came obedient as a beagle, — 

And him commanded to descend, 

And to such murmurs put an end. 

The eagle did so — citing all 

To answer the imperial call. 

He spoke : " Ye murmur ers declare 
What are these ills which trouble air? — 
Just are the universal laws. 
Now let the dog first plead his cause. 

A beagle answered him : " How fleet 
The greyhound's course, how nerved his feet! 
I hunt by scent, by scent alone ; 
That lost, and all my chance has flown." 

Answered the greyhound : " If I had 
That which he scorns, I should be glad; 
Had I the hound's sagacious scent, 
I ne'er had murmured discontent." 

The lion murmured he had not 
Sly Eeynard's wits to lay a plot ; 
Sly Eeynard pleaded that, to awe, 
He should possess the lion's paw. 
The cock desired the heron's flight; 
The heron wished for greater might. 



10 GAY'S FABLES. 

And fish would feed upon the plain, 
And beasts would refuge in the main. 
None their ambitious wish could smother, 
And each was envious of another. 

The eagle answered : " Mutineers, 
The god rejects your idle prayers. 
But any may exchange who wishes, 
And chop and change, — birds, beasts, and fishes.' 
The eagle paused ; but none consented 
To quit the race they represented, 
And recognised the restless mind 
And proud ambition of mankind. 



FABLE Y. 
Wild Boar and Bam. 

A sheep lay tethered, and her life 
Fast ebbing on the butcher's knife ; 
The silly flock looked on with dread. 
A wild boar, passing them, then said : 
" cowards ! cowards ! will nought make 
The courage of your hearts awake ? 
What, with the butcher in your sight, 
Flaying — ere life be parted quite — 
Your lambs and clams ! stolid race ! 
Who ever witnessed souls so base ? " 

The patriarch ram then answered him : 
" My face and bearing are not grim, 
But we are not of soul so tame 
As to deny Eevenge her claim : 



MISER AND PLUTUS. 11 

We have no whetted tusks to kill, 
Yet are not powerless of ill. 
Vengeance, the murdering hand pursues, 
And retribution claims her dues ; 
She sends the plagues of war and law, 
Where men will battle for a straw — 
And our revenge may rest contented, 
Since drums and parchment were invented." 



FABLE VI. 

Miser and Plutus 

The wind was high, the window shook, 

The miser woke with haggard look ; 

He stalked along the silent room, 

He shivered at the gleam and gloom, 

Each lock and every corner eyed, 

And then he stood his chest beside ; 

He opened it, and stood in rapture 

In sight of gold he held in capture ; 

And then, with sudden qualm possessed, 

He wrung his hands and beat his breast : 

" 0, had the earth concealed this gold, 

I had perhaps in peace grown old ! 

But there is neither gold nor price 

To recompense the pang of vice. 

Bane of all good — delusive cheat, 

To lure a soul on to defeat 

And banish honour from the mind : 

Gold raised the sword midst kith and kind, 



12 GAY'S FABLES. 

Gold fosters each pernicious art 
In which the devils bear a part, — 
Gold, bane accursed ! " In angry mood 
Plutus, his god, before him stood. 
The trembling miser slammed the chest. 

" What rant and cant have you expressed, 
You sordid wretch ! It is the mind, 
And not the gold, corrupts mankind. 
Shall my best medium be accused 
Because its virtues are abused '? 
Virtue and gold alike betrayed, 
When knaves demand a cloak to trade ; 
So likewise power in their possession 
Grows into tyrannous oppression. 
And in like manner gold may be 
Abused to vice and villany. 
But when it flows in virtue's streams 
It blesses like the sun's blest beams — 
Wiping the tears from widowed eyes 
And soothing bereft orphans' cries. 
Speak not of misers who have sold 
Their soul's integrity for gold — 
Than bravoes and than cut-throats worse, 
Who in their calling steal a purse." 

FABLE VII. 

Lion, Fox, and Gander. 

A lion, sick of pomp and state, 
Kesolved his cares to delegate. 



LION, FOX, AND GANDER. 13 

Keynard was viceroy named — the crowd 
Of courtiers to the regent bowed; 
Wolves, bears, and tigers stoop and bend, 
And strive who most could condescend ; 
Whilst he, with wisdom in his face, 
Assumed the regal grace and pace. 
Whilst flattery hovered him around, 
And the pleased ear in thraldom bound, 
A fox, well versed in adulation, 
Kose to pronounce the due oration: 

" Vast talents, trained in virtue's school, 
With clemency, from passion cool — 
And uncorrupted — such a hand 
Will shed abundance o'er the land. 
The brain shall prompt the wiser part, 
Mercy and justice rule the heart ; 
All blessings must attend the nation 
Under such bright administration." 

A gander heard and understood, 
And summoned round his gosling brood : 
" Whene'er you hear a rogue commended, 
Be sure some mischief is intended; 
A fox now spoke in commendation — 
Foxes no doubt will rise in station ; 
If they hold places, it is plain 
The geese will feel a tyrant reign. 
'Tis a sad prospect for our race 
When every petty clerk in place 
Will follow fashion, and ne'er cease 
On holidays to feed on geese." 



14 GAY'S FABLES. 

FABLE VIII. 

Lady and Wasp. 

What stupid nonsense must the Beauty 

Endure in her diurnal duty — 

Buzzings and whispers from the stores 

Of the fatuities of bores ! 

Yet such impertinence must be pleasing, 

Or Beauty would resent such teazing. 

A flap will drive a fly away, 

A frown will drive a dog to bay : 

So if the insects are persistent 

'Twas Beauty that was inconsistent ! 

And if she does not know herself, 

Blame not the persecuting elf. 

It chanced upon a summer day 
That Doris in her boudoir lay — 
She the last work of God's fair creatures, 
Contemplated her faultless features. 
A wasp assailed her so reclined, 
Bred of a persecuting kind. 
He now advanced, and now retreated, 
Till Beauty's neck and face grew heated ; 
She smote him with her fan : she said 
Wasps were excessively ill bred. 
But the wasp answered her : " Alas ! 
Before you blame me, view your glass. 
'Twas beauty caused me to presume ; 
Those cherry lips, that youthful bloom, 
Allured me from the plums and peaches 
To Beauty, which the soul o'erreaches." 



BULL AND MASTIFF. 

" Don't Lit him, Jenny ! " Doris cried : 
" The race of wasps is much belied ; , 
I must recant what I have said,— 
Wasps are remarkably well bred." 

Away Sir Sting fled, and went boasting 
Amongst his fellows — Doris toasting ; 
And as his burgundy he sips, 
He showed the sugar on his lips. 
Away the greedy host then gathered, 
Where they thought dalliance fair was feathered. 
They fluttered round her, sipped her tea, 
And lived in quarters fair and free ; 
Nor were they banished, till she found 
That wasps had stings and felt the wound. 



FABLE IX. 

The Bull and the Mastiff. 

Deem you to train your son and heir, 
For his preceptor then take care ; 
To sound his mind your cares employ, 
E'er you commit to him your boy. 
Once on a time on native plain 
A bull enjoyed a native reign. 
A mastiff, stranger there, with ire 
Beheld the bull, with eyes of fire. 
The bovine monarch, on his part, 
Spurned up the dust with dauntless heart, 
Advised the mastiff to think twice, 
And asked — if lust or avarice, 



16 GAY'S FABLES. 

From which, in main, contention springs, 
Caused him to break the peace of kings? 
The mastiff answered him, 'twas glory — 
To emulate the sons of story ; 
Told him that Cassar was his sire, 
And he a prince baptized in fire ; 
That rifles and the mitrailleur 
Had thrown his bosom in a stir. 

" Accursed cur ! " the bull replied, 
" Delighting in the sanguine tide : 
If you are Eevolution trained, 
Doubtless your paws with blood are stained- 
Demons that take delight in slaughter, 
And pour out human blood as water — 
Take then thy fate." With goring wound 
The monarch tossed him from the ground 
In air gyrating — on the stones 
He fell a mass of broken bones. 



FABLE X. 
Elephant and Bookseller. 

The traveller whose undaunted soul 
Sails o'er the seas from pole to pole 
Sees many wonders, which become 
So wonderful they strike one dumb, 
When we in their description view 
Monsters which Adam never knew. 
Yet, on the other hand, the sceptic 
Supplies his moral antiseptic; 



ELEPHANT AND BOOKSELLER. 17 

Denying unto truths belief, 

With groans which give his ears relief: 

But truth is stranger far than fiction, 

And outlives sceptic contradiction. 

Eead Pliny or old Aldrovandus, 

If — they would say — you understand us. 

Let other monsters stand avaunt, 

And read we of the elephant. 

As one of these, in days of yore, 
Bummaged a stall of antique lore 
Of parchment rolls — not modern binding — 
He found a roll ; the which unwinding, 
He saw all birds and beasts portrayed 
Which Nature's bounteous hand had made, 
With forms and sentiments, to wit — 
All by the hand of man down writ. 
The elephant, with great attention, 
Eemarked upon that great invention : 

" Man is endowed with reason; beasts 
Allowed their instinct — that at least : 
But here's an author owning neither — 
No reason and no instinct either : 
He thinks he has all natures known, 
And yet he does not know his own. 
Now here's the spaniel — who is drawn 
The master spirit sprung to fawn. 
Pooh, pooh! a courtier in his calling 
Must fawn more deeply for enthralling. 
Now there's the fox — his attribute 
To plunder — as we say, c to loot. 5 
Pooh, pooh ! a lawyer at that vice 
Would outfox Eeynard in a trice. 



IS GAY'S FABLES. 

Then come the wolf and tiger's brood ; 
He bans them for their gust of blood. 
Pooh, pooh ! he bloodier is than they ; 
They slay for hunger — he for pay." 

A publisher, who heard him speak, 
And saw him read Parsee and Greek, 
Thought he had found a prize : " Dear sir, 
If you against mankind will stir, 
And write upon the wrongs of Siam, 
No man is better pay than I am ; 
Or, since 'tis plain that you know true Greek, 
To make an onslaught on the rubrick." 

Twisting his trunk up like a wipsy, 
" Friend," said the elephant, " you're tipsy : 
Put up your purse again — be wise ; 
Leave man mankind to criticise. 
Be sure you ne'er will lack a pen 
Amidst the bustling sons of men ; 
For, like to game cocks and such cattle, 
Authors run unprovoked to battle, 
And never cease to fight and fray them 
Whilst there's a publisher to pay them. 



FABLE XL 

The Turkey, Peacock, and Goose. 

As specks appear on fields of snow, 
So blemishes on beauty show. 

A peacock fed in a farm-yard 
Where all the poultry eyed him hard — 



TURKEY, PEACOCK, AND GOOSE. 19 

They looked on him with evil eye, 
And mocked his sumptuous pageantry : 
Proud of the glories he inherited, 
He sought the praises they well merited. 
Then, to surprise their dazzled sight, 
He spread his glories to the light. 
His glories spread, no sooner seen 
Than rose their malice and their spleen. 

" Behold his insolence and pride — 
His haughtiness ! " the turkey cried. 
" He trusts in feathers ; but within 
They serve to hide his negro skin." 

" What hideous legs ! " exclaimed the goose ; 
" The tail to hide them were of use. 
And hearken to his voice : it howls 
Enough to frighten midnight owls." 

" Yes, they are blemishes, I own," 
Replied the peacock; " harsh the tone 
Is of my voice — no symmetry 
In my poor legs ; yet had your eye 
Been pleased to mark my radiant train, 
You might have spared detraction's vein. 
For if these shanks which you traduce 
Belonged to turkey or to goose, 
Or had the voice still harsher been, 
They had not been remarked or seen ; 
But Envy, unto beauties blind, 
Seeks blemishes to soothe her mind." 

So have we, in the midnight scene, 
Seen purity with face serene 
Awake the clamour of detraction 
From jaundiced Envy's yellow faction. 



20 GAY'S FABLES. 

FABLE XII. 
Cupid, Hymen, and Plutus. 

As Cupid, with his band of sprites, 

In Paphian grove set things to rights, 

And trimmed his bow and tipped his arrows, 

And taught, to play with Lesbia, sparrows, 

Thus Hymen said : " Your blindness makes, 

O Cupid, wonderful mistakes ! 

You send me such ill-coupled folks : 

It grieves me, now, to give them yokes. 

An old chap, with his troubles laden, 

You bind to a light-hearted maiden; 

Or join incongruous minds together, 

To squabble for a pin or feather 

Until they sue for a divorce ; 

To which the wife assents— of course." 

" It is your fault, and none of mine," 
Cupid replied. " I hearts combine : 
You trade in settlements and deeds, 
And care not for the heart that bleeds. 
You couple them for gold and fee; 
Complain of Plutus — not of me." 

Then Plutus added : " What can I do ?— 
The settlement is what they spy to. 
Say, does Belinda blame her fate ? — 
She only asked a great estate. 
Doris was rich enough, but humble : 
She got a title— does she grumble? 
All men want money — not a shoe-tie 
Care they for excellence or beauty. 



THE TAMED FAWN. 21 

Oil all, my boys, is right enough: 
They get the money — hearts is stuff." 



FABLE XIII. 

The Tamed Fawn. 

A young stag in the brake was caught, 

And home with corded antlers brought. 

The lord was pleased : so was the clown 

When he was tipped with half-a-crown. 

The stag was dragged before his wife; 

The gentle lady begged its life : 

" How sleek its skin ! how specked like ermine ! 

Sure never creature was more charming." 

At first within the court confined, 
He fled and hid from all mankind; 
Then, bolder grown, with mute amaze 
He at safe distance stood to gaze ; 
Then munched the linen on the lines, 
xAnd off a hood or whimple dines ; 
Then steals my little master's bread, 
Then followed servants to be fed, 
Then poked his nose in fists for meat, 
And though repulsed would not retreat ; 
Thrusts at them with his levelled horns, 
And man, that was his terror, scorns. 

How like unto the country maid, 
Who of a red- coat, first, afraid 
Will hide behind the door, to trace 
The magic of the martial lace ; 



22 GAY'S FABLES. 

But soon before the door will stand, 
Eeturn the jest and strike the hand; 
Then hangs with pride upon his arm, — 
For gallant soldiers bear a charm, — 
Then seeks to spread her conquering fame, 
For custom conquers fear and shame. 



FABLE XIV. 
The Monkey who had seen the World. 

A monkey, to reform the times, 

Eesolved to visit foreign climes ; 

For therefore toilsomely we roam 

To bring politer manners home. 

Misfortunes serve to make us wise : 

Poor pug was caught, and made a prize ; 

Sold was he, and by happy doom 

Bought to cheer up a lady's gloom. 

Proud as a lover of his chains 

His way he wins, his post maintains — 

He twirled her knots and cracked her fan, 

Like any other gentleman. 

When jests grew dull he showed his wit, 

And many a lounger hit with it. 

When he had fully stored his mind — 

As Orpheus once for human kind, — 

So he away would homewards steal, 

To civilize the monkey weal. 

The hirsute sylvans round him pressed, 
Astonished to behold him dressed. 



THE MONKEY WHO HAD SEEN THE WORLD. 2 

They praise his sleeve and coat, and hail 
His dapper periwig and tail; 
His powdered back, like snow, admired, 
And all his shoulder-knot desired. 

" Now mark and learn : from foreign skies 
I come, to make a people wise. 
Weigh your own worth, assert your place, — 
The next in rank to human race. 
In cities long I passed my days, 
Conversed with man and learnt his ways ; 
Their dress and courtly manners see — 
Keform your state and be like me. 

" Ye who to thrive in flattery deal, 
Must learn your passions to conceal ; 
And likewise to regard your friends 
As creatures sent to serve your ends. 
Be prompt to lie : there is no wit 
In telling truth, to lose by it. 
And knock down worth, bespatter merit : 
Don't stint — all will your scandal credit. 
Be bumptious, bully, swear, and fight — 
And all will own the man polite." 

He grinned and bowed. With muttering jaws 
His pugnosed brothers grinned applause, 
And, fond to copy human ways, 
Practise new mischiefs all their days. 
Thus the dull lad too big to rule, 

With travel finishes his school; 

Soars to the heights of foreign vices, 

And copies — reckless what their price is. 



2J: GATS FABLES. 

FABLE XV. 

Philosopher and Pheasant. 

A sage awakened by the dawn, 
By music of the groves was drawn 
From tree to tree : responsive notes 
Arose from many warbling throats. 
As he advanced, the warblers ceased; 
Silent the bird and scared the beast — 
The nightingale then ceased her lay, 
And the scared leveret ran away. 
The sage then pondered, and his eye 
Koamed round to learn the reason why. 

He marked a pheasant, as she stood 
Upon a bank, above her brood; 
With pride maternal beat her breast 
As she harangued and led from nest : 

" Play on, my infant brood — this glen 
Is free from bad marauding men. 
O trust the hawk, and trust the kite, 
Sooner than man — detested wight ! 
Ingratitude sticks to his mind, — 
A vice inherent to the kind. 
The sheep, that clothes him with her wool, 
Dies at the shambles — butcher's school ; 
The honey-bees with waxen combs 
Are slain by hives and hecatombs ; 
And the sagacious goose, who gives 
The plume whereby he writes and lives, 
And as a guerdon for its use 
He cuts the quill and eats the goose. 



; PIN AND NEEDLE. 25 

Avoid the monster : where he roams 

He desolates our raided homes ; 

And where such acts and deeds are boasted, 

I hear we pheasants all are roasted." 



FABLE XYL 

Pin and Needle. 

A pin which long had done its duty, 
Attendant on a reigning beauty, — 
Had held her muffler, fixed her hair, 
And made its mistress debonnaire, — 
Now near her heart in honour placed, 
Now banished to the rear disgraced; 
From whence, as partners of her shame, 
She saw the lovers served the same. 
From whence, thro' various turns of life, 
She saw its comforts and its strife : 
With tailors warm, with beggars cold, 
Or clutched within a miser's hold. 
His maxim racked her wearied ear : 
" A pin a day 's a groat a year." 
Eestored to freedom by the proctor, 
She paid some visits with a doctor ; 
She pinned a bandage that was crossed, 
And thence, at Gresham Hall, was lost. 
Charmed with its wonders, she admires, 
And now of this, now that inquires-^- 
'Twas plain, in noticing her mind, 
She was of virtuoso kind. 



26 GAY'S FABLES. 

" What's this thing in this box, dear sir?" 

" A needle," said the interpreter. 

" A needle shut up in a box ? 
Good gracious me, why sure it locks! 
And why is it beside that flint ? 
I could give her now a good hint : 
If she were handed to a sempstress, 
She would hem more and she would clem less." 

" Pin ! " said the needle, " cease to blunder : 
Stupid alike your hints and wonder. 
This is a loadstone, and its virtue — 
Though insufficient to convert you — 
Makes me a magnet ; and afar 
True am I to my polar star. 
The pilot leaves the doubtful skies, 
And trusts to me with w r atchful eyes ; 
By me the distant world is known, 
And both the Indies made our own. 
I am the friend and guide of sailors, 
And you of sempstresses and tailors." 



FABLE XVII. 

Shepherd's Dog and Wolf. 

A hungry wolf had thinned the fold, 

Safely he refuged on the wold ; 

And, as in den secure he lay, 

The thefts of night regaled his day. 

The shepherd's dog, who searched the glen, 

By chance found the marauder's den. 



SHEPHERD'S DOG AND WOLF. 27 

They fought like Trojan and like Greek, 
Till it fell out they both waxed weak. 

" Wolf," said the dog, " the whilst we rest on, 
I fain would ask of you a question." 

" Ask on," the wolf replied ; " I'm ready." 

" Wolf," said the dog, " with soul so steady 
And limbs so strong, I wonder much 
That you our lambs and ewes should touch. 
There are the lion and the boar 
To bathe your jaws with worthier gore ; 
'Tis cowardly to raid the fold." 

" Friend," said the wolf, " I pray thee, hold ! 
Nature framed me a beast of prey, 
And I must eat when, where I may. 
Now if your bosom burn with zeal 
To help and aid the bleating- weal, 
Hence to your lord and master : say 
What you have said to me ; or, stay, 
Tell him that I snatch, now and then, 
One sheep for thousands gorged by men. 
I am their foe, and called a curse, 
But a pretended friend is worse." 



FABLE XVIII. 

The Unsatisfactory Painter. 

Lest captious men suspect your storj, 
Speak modestly its history. 
The traveller, who overleaps the bounds 
Of probability, confounds; 



28 GAY'S FABLES. 

But though men hear your deeds with phlegm, 
You may with flattery cram them. 
Hyperboles, though ne'er so great, 
Will yet come short of self-conceit. 

A painter drew his portraits truly, 
And marked complexion and mien duly ; — 
Keally a fellow knew the picture, 
There was nor flattery, nor delicture. 
The eyes, and mouth, and faulty nose, 
Were all showed up in grim repose ; 
He marked the dates of youth and age — 
But so he lost his clientage : 
The which determined to recover, 
He turned in mind the matter over. 
He bought a pair of busts — one, Venus, 
The other was Apollo Phcebus; 
Above his subject client placed them, 
And for the faulty features traced them. 
Chatted the while of Titian's tints, 
Of Guido — Eaphael — neither stints 
To raise him to the empyreal, 
Whilst he is sketching his ideal. 
He sketches, utters, " That will do : 
Be pleased, my lord, to come and view." 
" I thought my mouth a little wider." 
" My lord, my lord, you me deride, ah ! " 
" Such was my nose when I was young." 
" My lord, you have a witty tongue." 
" Ah*well, ah well ! you artists flatter." 
" That were, my lord, no easy matter." 
" Ah well, ah well ! you artists see best." 
" My lord, I only (aside) earn my fee best." 



LION AND CUB. 29 

So with a lady — he, between us, 
Borrowed the face and form of Venus. 
There was no fear of its rejection — 
Her lover voted it perfection. 
So on he went to fame and glory, 
And raised his price — which ends the story ; — 
But not the moral, — which, though fainter, 
Bids one to scorn an honest painter. 



FABLE XIX. 
Lion and Cub. 

All men are fond of rule and place, 
Though granted by the mean and base; 
Yet all superior merit fly, 
Nor will endure an equal nigh. 
They o'er some ale-house club preside 
With smoke and joke and paltry pride. 
Nay, e'en with blockheads pass the night ; 
If such can read, to such I write. 

A lion cub of sordid mind 
Avoided all the lion-kind, 
And, greedy of applause, sought feasts 
With asses and ignoble beasts ; 
There, as their president appears, 
An ass in every point, but ears. 
If he would perpetrate a joke, 
They brayed applause before he spoke ; 
And when he spoke, with shout they praised, 
And said he beautifully brayed. 



30 GAY'S FABLES. 

Elate with adulation, then 
He sought his father's royal den, 
And brayed a bray. The lion started, 
The noble heart within him smarted. 
" You lion cub," he said, " your bray 
Proclaims where you pass night and day, — 
'Midst coxcombs who, with shameless face, 
Blush not proclaiming their disgrace." 

" Father, the club deems very fine, 
All that conforms with asinine." 

" My son, what stupid asses prize 
Lions and nobler brutes despise." 



FABLE XX. 

Old Hen and Young Cock. 

Once an old hen led forth her brood 
To scratch and glean and peck for food ; 
A chick, to give her wings a spell, 
Fluttered and tumbled in a well. 
The mother wept till day was done, 
When she met with a grown-up son, 
And thus addressed him : — " My dear boy, 
Your years and vigour give me joy : 
You thrash all cocks around, I'm told ; 
'Tis right, cocks should be brave and bold : 
But never — fears I cannot quell — 
Never, my son, go near that well; 
A hateful, false, and wretched place, 
^hich is most fatal to my race. 



OLD HEN AND YOUNG COCK. 31 

Imprint that counsel on your breast, 
And trust to providence the rest." 

He thanked the dame's maternal care, 
And promised never to go near. 
Yet still he burned to disobey, 
And hovered round it day by day ; 
And communed thus : "I wonder why ? 
Does mother think my soul is shy ? 
Thinks me a coward ? or does she 
Store grain in yonder well from me? 
I'll find that out, and so here goes." 
So said, he flaps his wings and crows, 
Mounted the margin, peered below, 
Where to repel him rose a foe. 
His choler rose, his plumes upreared — 
With ruffled plumes the foe appeared. 
Challenged to fight — he dashed him down 
Upon the mirrored wave to drown ; 
And drowning uttered : " This condition 
Comes from my mother's prohibition. 
Did she forget, or not believe, 
That I too am a son of Eve ? " 



FABLE XXI. 

The Batcatcher and Cats. 

The rats by night the mischief did, 
And Betty every morn was chid. 
The cheese was nibbled, tarts were taken, 
And purloined were the eggs and bacon ; 



32 GAY'S FABLES. 

And Betty cursed the cat, whose duty 

Was to protect and guard the booty. 

A ratcatcher, of well known skill, 

Was called to kill or scotch the ill; 

And, as an engineer, surveyed 

Their haunts and laid an ambuscade. 

A cat beheld him, and was wrath, 

Whilst she resolved to cross his path ; 

Not to be beaten by such chaps, 

She silently removed his traps. 

Again he set the traps and toils, 

Again his cunning pussy foils. 

He set a trap to catch the thief, 

And pussy she got caught in brief. 

" Ah ! " said the rat-catcher, " you scamp, 

You are the spy within the camp." 

But the cat said, " A sister spare, 

Your science is our mutual care." 

" Science and cats ! " the man replied ; 

" We soon that question shall decide ; 

You are my rival interloper, 

A nasty, sneaking, crouching groper." 

A sister tabby saw the cord, 
And interposed a happy word*: 
" In every age and clime we see 
Two of a trade cannot agree ; 
Each deems the other an encroacher, 
As sportsman thinks another poacher. 
Beauty with beauty vies in charms, 
And king with king in warfare's arms : 
But let us limit our desires, 
Nor war like beauties, kings, and squires ; 



THE SHAVEN AND SHORN GOAT. 33 

For though one prey we both pursue 
There's prey enough for us and you." 



FABLE XXII. 

The Shaven and Shorn Goat. 

'Tis strange to see a new-launched fashion 
Lay on the soul and grow a passion. 
To illustrate such folly, I 
Proffer some beast to the mind's eye. 
Now I select the goat. What then? 
I never said goats equal men. 

A goat of singularity — 
Not vainer than a goat need be — 
Lay on a thymy bank, and viewed 
Himself reflected in the flood. 
" Confound my beard ! " he thought, and said : 
" How badly it becomes my head ; 
Upon my honour ! women might 
Take me to be some crazy wight." 
He sought the barber of the place, — 
A monkey 'twas, of Moorish race, 
Who shaved mankind, drew teeth, and bled. 
A pole diagonal — striped red, 
Teeth in their row in order strung, 
And pewter bason by them slung, 
Far in the street projecting stood — 
The pole with bandage symboled blood. 

Pug shaved our friend and took his penny, 
And hoped to shave him oft and many : 



34 GAY'S FABLES. 

Goatee, impatient of applause, 
Then sought his native hills and shaws. 
" Heigh-day ! how now ? whoever heard — 
What gone and shaven off your beard ? " 

The fop replied : " All realms polite, 
From Eoman to the Muscovite, 
Now trim their beards and shave their chins ; 
Shall we, like Monkish Capuchins, 
Alone be singular and hairy ? 
One walks amidst the cities cheery, 
And men and boys all cease to poke 
Fun at the beard by way of joke — 
In days of old, so Eomans jeered 
Stoic philosophers with beard." 

" Friend," said a bearded chieftain, " you 
At Eome may do as Eomans do ; 
Bat if you refuge with our herd, 
I counsel you to keep your beard : 
For if you dread the jeers of others, 
How will you bear it from your brothers ? " 



FABLE XXIII. 

Old Dame and Cats. 

He who holds friendship with a knave, 
Will reputation hardly save ; 
And thus upon our choice of friends 
Our good or evil name depends. 

A wrinkled hag— of naughty fame — 
Sat hovering o'er a flickering flame, 



OLD DAME AND CATS. 35 

Propped with both hands upon her knees 

She shook with palsy and the breeze. 

She had perhaps seen fourscore years, 

And backwards said her daily prayers ; 

Her troop of cats with hunger mewed, — 

Tabbies and toms, a numerous brood. 

Teased with their murmuring, out she flew 

In angry passion : " Hence, ye crew ! — 

What made me take to keeping cats ? 

Ye are as bad as bawling brats : 

With brats I might perhaps have grown rich ; 

I never had been thought a known witch. 

Boys pester me, and strive to awe — 

Across my path they place a straw ; 

They nail the horse-shoe, hide the broom stick, 

Put pins, and every sort of trick." 

" Dame," said a tabby, " cease your prate, 
Enough to break a pussy's pate. 
What is our lot beneath your roof? 
Within, starvation ; out, reproof : 
Elsewhere we had been honest mousers, 
And slept, by, fireside carousers. 
Here we are imps who serve a hag, 
And yonder broom-stick's thought your nag ; 
Boys hunt us with a doom condign, 
To take one life out of our nine." 



36 GAY'S FABLES. 

FABLE XXIV. 

BUTTEKFLY AND SNAIL. 

All upstarts, insolent in place, 
Eemind us of their vulgar race. 

A butterfly, but born one morning, 
Sat on a rose, the rosebud scorning. 
His wings of, azure, jet, and gold, 
Were truly glorious to behold ; 
He spread his wings, he sipped the dew, 
When an old neighbour hove in view — 
The snail, who left a slimy trace 
Upon the lawn, his native place. 

" Adam," he to the gard'ner cried, 
" Behold this fellow by my side ; 
What is the use with daily toil 
To war with weeds, to clear the soil, 
And with keen intermittent labour 
To graft and prune for fruit with flavour 
The peach and plum, if such as he, 
Voracious vermin, may make free ? 
Give them the roller or the rake, 
And crush as you would crush a snake." 

The snail replied : u Your arrogance 
Awakes my patience from its trance; 
Kecalls to mind your humble birth, 
Born from the lowliest thing on earth. 
Nine times has Phoebus, with the hours, 
Awakened to new life, new flowers, 
Since you were a vile crawling thing! 
Though now endowed with painted wing, 



THE SCOLD AND PARROT. 37 

You then were vilest of the vile — 
I "was a snail, but housed the while ; 
Was born a snail, and snail shall die ; 
And thou, though now a butterfly, 
Will leave behind a baneful breed 
Of caterpillar sons — thy seed." 



FABLE XXV. 

The Scold and Parrot. 

A husband said unto his wife : 

" Who deals in slander deals in strife ; 

Are we the heralds of disgrace, 

To thunder, love, at all our race — 

And, indiscriminate in rage, 

To spare nor friend nor sex nor age ? 

Your tongue, love, is a rolling flood 

That thundering onwards stirs up mud, 

And, like to fame and human woes, 

Progressing, strengthens as it flows." 

"My husband," so the tongue replies, 
" So philosophic and so wise, 
Am I to be — so wisdom ridden — 
A parrot's privilege forbidden? 
You praise his talk — smile at his squalling 
Yet in your wife you deem it brawling: 
Dear husband, must it still belong 
To man to think his wife is wrong? 
A lesson learnt from nature's school 
Tells me to call a fool a fool." 



38 GAY'S FABLES. 

But Nature disabused her words 
By cat and monkey, dog and birds : 
Puss spat and pug grinned at tbe scold, 
The hound slunk off, tbe magpie told, 
With repetitions, woman's rage ; 
Whilst poll, haranguing from her cage : 
" Parrots for prattling words are prized ; 
Woman for prattling words despised. 
She who attacks another's fame 
Does but discredit her own name ; 
Upon her tongues malignant set, 
And with good interest pay their debt." 



FABLE XXVI. 

Cur and Mastiff. 

A sneaking cur caused much disaster 
By pandering scandal for his master. 
The hound was beaten, mastiff chidden, 
Puss in disgrace, and pug forbidden. 
Each of his dearest chum grew shy, 
And none could tell a reason why. 
Burglars to rob the house laid wait. 
Betty in love, undid the gate ; 
The cur was won by dint of meat ; 
Remained the mastiff dog to cheat. 
The mastiff dog refused the bribe, 
And tore the hand of one beside. 
The cur off with the tidings ran, 
And told how he had bit a man. 



CUR AND MASTIFF. 39 

The master said : " Hanged lie shall be ! " 
They dragged poor Trusty to the tree : 
He met his master, and averred 
That he had been condemned unheard. 

His lord then sat to hear the trial: 
The mastiff pleaded his denial ; 
The cur then, special pleading, stated 
The case — unduly aggravated. 

When evidence on either side 
Concluded was, the dog replied, 
And ended with this peroration : 
" Trust not to curs of basest station, 
With itching palms — a plot is laid, 
And man and master are betrayed." 

The mastiff had with truth harangued : 
The truth appeared ; the cur was hanged. 



FABLE XXVII. 

Sick Man and Angel. 

" Is there no hope ? " the sick man said. 

The silent doctor shook his head, 

And took his leave with unfeigned sorrow 

To lose a patient on the morrow. 

When left alone, the dying man 

" Let me review my life " — began ; 

" My bargains — well, they were well made ; 

'Tis the necessity of trade — 

Necessity is no transgression. 

Now for my portion in possession : 



40 GAY'S FABLES. 

My lands and my securities, 
They all are right, in every wise. 
If justice to myself and heirs 
Have done some hardships unawares, — 
Left Smith in jail for debt, or sent 
The Browns adrift for unpaid rent, — 
I've given alms and helped my friends, 
What I propose will make amends: 
When I am numbered with the dead, 
And when my good bequests are read, 
Then will be seen and then be known 
Benevolence I have not shown." 

The angel, present by his side, 
Bade him not in such hopes confide : 

" What deed have you done worthy praise? 
What orphan blesses, widow prays, 
To lengthen out your life one year ? 
If you will now add deeds to prayer — 
Your neighbours want, whilst you abound — 
Give me a cheque — five hundred pound." 

" Where is the haste ? " the sick man whines ; 
" Who knows — who knows what Heaven designs 
That sum, and more, are in my will; 
Perhaps I may recover still." 

" Fool ! " said the angel : " it is plain 
That your great happiness was gain ; 
And after death would fain atone 
By giving what is not your own.' 1 
" Whilst there is life, there's hope ! " he cried ; 
" Then why such haste ? " — he spoke, and died. 



PERSIAN, SUN, AND CLOUD. 41 

FABLE XXVIII. 

The Persian, the Sun, and the Cloud. 

Lives there a bard for genius famed 
Whom Envy's tongue hath not declaimed ? 
Her hissing snakes proclaim her spite ; 
She summons up the fiends of night ; 
Hatred and malice by her stand, 
And prompt to do what she command. 

As prostrate to the orb of day 
A Persian, invo eating, lay : 

iC Parent of light, whose rays dispense 
The various gifts of Providence, 
Accept our praise, accept our prayer, 
Smile on our fields, and bless our year." 

A cloud passed by — a voice aloud, 
Like Envy's, issued from that cloud : 

" I can eclipse your gaudy orb, 
And every ray you ask absorb. 
Pray, then, to me — where praise is due — 
And I will grant the rays to you." 

The Persian answered in his wrath : 
" He raised thee to that airy path ; 
A passing wind or puff of air 
Will hurl thee to thy proper sphere." 

The gale arose, the cloud was doomed, 
The golden orb his reign resumed. 
And as the sun above, so worth 
Scatters the clouds of sons of earth. 



42 GAY'S FABLES. 

FABLE XXIX. 
The Dying Fox. 

A fox was dying, and lie lay 
In all the weakness of decay. 
A numerous progeny, with groans, 
Attended to his feeble tones : 

" My crimes lie heavy on my soul ; 
My sons, my sons, your raids control! 
Ah, how the shrieks of murdered fowl 
Environ me with stunning howl ! " 

The hungry foxes in a ring 
Looked round, but saw there no such thing 
" This is an ecstasy of brain : 
We fast, dear sir, and wish in vain." 

" Gluttons ! restrain such wish," replied 
The dying fox ; "be such defied ; 
Inordinate desires deplore ; 
The more you win, you grieve the more. 
Do not the dogs betray our pace, 
And gins and guns destroy our race? 
Old age — which few of us attain — 
Now puts a period to my pain. 
Would you the good name lost redeem? 
Live, then, in credit and esteem." 

" Good counsel, marry ! " said a fox ; 
" And quit our mountain- dens and rocks ! 
But if we quit our native place, 
We bear the name that marks our race ; 
And what our ancestry have done 
Descends to us from sire to son. 



SETTER AND PARTRIDGE. 43 

Though we should feed like harmless lambs, 
We should regarded be as shams; 
The change would never be believed ; 
A name lost cannot be retrieved." 

The Sire replied : " Too true ; but then — 
Hark ! that's the cackle of a hen. 
Go, but be moderate, spare the brood : 
One chicken, one, might do me good." 



FABLE XXX. 

The Setter and the Partridge. 

The setting dog the stubble tried, 
And snuffed the breeze with nostrils wide ; 
He set — the sportsmen from behind, 
Conscious of game, the net unwind. 

A partridge, which as warder stood, 
Warned, and the covey sought the wood. 
But, ere she followed from her cover, 
Thus she discharged her mind on Eover : 

" Thou fawning slave and sneaking cheat, 
Subservient unto man's deceit ! 
Disgrace unto thy honest race, 
Unto the race of dogs disgrace ; 
Who ere to men they bent the knee 
Were noted for fidelity." 

The dog retorted with a sneer : 
" Since you are safe, enjoy your jeer ; 
Kustic alike in kind and mind, 
And ignorant of courts refined. 



44 GAY'S FABLES. 

Sagacious courtiers do like me, — 

They rise to high supremacy ; 

I copy them, and I inherit 

The high rewards for worth and merit." 

" I might have known," the partridge said, 
" The school where you were trained and bred ; 
With a smooth brow for every crisis, 
Inherent to your master's vices. 
You came from courts: return! adieu" — 
And to her covey off she flew. 



FABLE XXXI. 
The Uniyeksal Appaeition. 

A rake who had, by pleasure stuffing, 
Eaked mind and body down to nothing, 
In wretched vacancy reclined, 
Enfeebled both in frame and mind. 

As pain and languor chose to bore him, 
A ghastly phantom rose before him : 

" My name is Care. Nor wealth nor power 
Can give the heart a cheerful hour 
Devoid of health — impressed by care. 
From pleasures fraught with pains, forbear." 

The phantom fled. The rake abstained, 
And part of fleeing health retained. 
Then, to reform, he took a wife, 
Eesolved to live a sober life. 

Again the phantom stood before him, 
With jealousies and fears to bore him. 



THE UNIVERSAL APPARITION. 45 

Her smiles to others he resents, 
Looks to the charges and the rents, 
Increasing debts, perplexing duns, 
And nothing for the younger sons. 

He turned his thoughts to lucre's thirst, 
And stored until his garners burst : 
The spectre haunted him the more. 
Then poverty besieged his door : 
He feared the burglar and the thief; 
Nor light nor darkness brought, relief. 

Therefore he turned his thoughts to power, 
To guard him in the midnight hour. 
That he achieved — and then the sprite 
Beleagued him morning, noon, and night. 
He had no placid hour for rest ; 
Envy and hate his soul depressed, 
And rivalry, and foe for friend, 
And footfalls which his steps attend. 

Therefore he sought a rustic bower — 
Groves, fields, and fruit-trees, filled each hour ; 
But droughts and rains, and blighting dews, 
On foot, on horseback, Care pursues. 

He faced the phantom, and addressed : 
" Since you must ever be my guest, 
Let me, as host, perform my due ; 
Go you the first, I'll follow you." 



46 . GAY'S FABLES. 

FABLE XXXII. 

The Owls and Sparrow. 

Two pompous owls together sat 
In the solemnity of chat : 

" Eespect to wisdom, all is fled ; 
The Grecian sages all are dead. 
They gave our fathers honour due ; 
The dignity of owls they knew. 
Upon our merit they conferred 
The title of ' The Athenian bird.' " 

" Brother, they did ; you reason right," 
Answered his chum with winking sight. 
" For Athens was the seat of learning, 
Academicians were discerning. 
They placed us on Minerva's helm, 
And strove with rank to overwhelm 
Our worth, which now is quite neglected, - 
Ay, a cock-sparrow 's more respected." 

A sparrow who was passing by, 
And heard the speech, made this reply : 
" Old chaps, you were at Athens graced, 
And on Minerva's helm were placed, 
And we all know the reason why. 
Of all the birds beneath the sky, 
They chose you forth the lot to show 
What they desired their schools to know, 
The emptiness of solemn looks. 
You teach it better than the books. 
Would you be thought of wit and worth, 
And be respected upon earth, 



COURTIER AND PROTEUS. 47 

Humble your arrogance of mind, 
Go to the farmers, and there find 
A welcome — foe to mice and rats. 
And live the rivals of the cats." 

FABLE XXXIII. 

Courtier and Peoteus. 

The country shelters the disgrace 
Of every courtier out of place : 
When, doomed to exercise and health, 
O'er his estate he scatters wealth; 
There he builds schemes for others' ruin, 
As Philip's son of old was doing. 

A wandless one, upon the strand, 
Wandered with heavy hours on hand : 
The murmuring waters ran and broke ; 
Proteus arose, and him bespoke : 

" Come ye from court, I ask ? Your mien 
Is so importantly serene." 

The courtier answered, friends had tricked him, 
And that he was a party's victim. 

Proteus replied: " I hold the skill 
To change to any shape at will. 
But I am told at court there be 
Fellows who more than rival me. 
Now see a form that I can take :" 
And Proteus rolled a scaly snake. 

The man replied : "Of re|3tile race 
Is every courtier, whilst in place. 



48 GAY'S FABLES. 

Yes, they can take the dragon form, 
Bask in the sun, and flee the storm ; 
With envy glare, with malice gloat, 
And cast, like you your skin, — their coat ! 
And in a dunghill born and bred, 
With new-born lustre rear the head." 

Then Proteus as a lion stood, 
And shook his mane and stirred the flood ; 
Then soused as waters, soared as fire, 
Then as a tigress glared with ire. 

" Such transformations might appal, 
Had I not stood in regal hall. 
We hunt the lion, utilise 
The elements, without surprise. 
Such forms indeed are things of prey, 
And courtiers hunt them, though they bray. 
They practise frauds in every shape, 
Or as a lion or an ape." 

So said, the courtier grasped the god, 
Bound him with cords, dragged to the sod, 
And said : " Now tell me, Proteus ; tell, 
Do men or ancient gods excel ? 
For you are bound to tell the truth, 
Nor are your transformations sooth ; 
But courtiers are not bound by ties ; 
They consort not with truth, but lies ; 
Fix on him any form you will 
A courtier finds evasion still." 



THE MASTIFF. 49 

FABLE XXXIV. 

The Mastiff. 

Those who in quarrels interpose 
Must often wipe a bloody nose. 

A mastiff of true English mood 
Loved fighting better than his food. 
When dogs were snarling o'er a bone 
He wished to make their war his own ; 
And often found (where two contend) 
To interpose, obtained his end : 
The scars of honour seamed his face ; 
He deemed his limp endued with grace. 

Once on a time he heard afar 
Two dogs contend with noisy jar; 
Away he scoured to lay about him, 
Eesolved no fray should be without him. 
Forth from the yard — which was a tanner's— 
The master rushed to teach him manners ; 
And with the cudgel tanned his hide, 
And bullied him with words beside. 
Forth from another yard — a butcher's — 
The master rushed— his name was Mutchers — 
" Why, who the deuce are you ? " he cried : 
« Why do you interfere ? Bankside 
Has, at the Bull-pit, seen and known, 
And Hockley hole and Marry-bone, 
That when we go to work we mean it- 
Why should you come and intervene it ? " 
So said, they dragged the dogs asunder, 
And kicks and clubs fell down like thunder. 



50 GAY'S FABLES. 

And parted now, and freed from danger, 
The curs beheld the meddling stranger, 
And where their masters whacked they hurried, 
And master mastiff he was " worried." 



FABLE XXXV. 

Baeleymow and Dunghill. 

How many saucy beaux we meet 

'Twixt Westminster and Aldgate-street ! 

Eascals — the mushrooms of a day, 

Who sprung and shared the South Sea prey, 

Nor in their zenith condescend 

To own or know the humble friend. 

A careful farmer took his way 
Across his yard at break of day : 
He leant a moment o'er the rail, 
To hear the music of the flail ; 
In his quick eye he viewed his stock, — 
The geese, the hogs, the fleecy flock. 

A barleymow there, fat as mutton, 
Then held her master by the button : 
" Master, my heart and soul are wrung— till 
They can't abide that dirty dunghill : 
Master, you know I make your beer — 
You boast of me at Christmas cheer ; 
Then why insult me and disgrace me, 
And next to that vile dunghill place me ? 
By Jove ! it gives my nose offence : 
Command the hinds to cart it hence/' 



PYTHAGORAS AND COUNTRYMAN. 51 

" You stupid Barleymow," said Dunghill ; 
" You talk about your heart and wrung-ill : 
Where would you be, I'd like to know, 
Had I not fed and made you grow ? 
You of October brew brag — pshaw ! 
You would have been a husk of straw. 
And now, instead of gratitude, 
You rail in this ungrateful mood." 



FABLE XXXVI. 
Pythagoras and Countryman. 

Pythagoras, at daybreak drawn 
To meditate on dewy lawn, 
To breathe the fragrance of the morning, 
And, like philosophers, all scorning 
To think or care where he was bound, 
Pell on a farm. A hammer's sound 
Arrested then his thoughts and ear: 
" My man, what are you doing there ? " 
The clown stood on a ladder's rung, 
And answered him with rudish tongue : 
"I've caught the villain — this here kite 
Kept my hens ever in a fright; 
I've nailed he here to my barn-door, 
Him shan't steal turkey-pouts no more." 
And lo! upon the door displayed, 
The caitiff kite his forfeit paid. 

" Priend," said Pythagoras, " 'tis right 
To murder a marauding kite ; 

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52 GAY'S FABLES. 

But, by analogy, that glutton — 

That man who feasts on beef and mutton — 

I say, — that by analogy, — 

The man who eats a chick should die. 

'Tis insolence of power and might 

When man, the glutton, kills the kite." 

The clown, who heard Pythagoras, 
Waxed in a rage, called him an ass ; 
Said man was lord of all creation. 

" Man," the sage answered, sans sensation, 
" You murder hawks and kites, lest they 
Should rob you of your fatted prey ; 
And that great rogues may hold their state, 
The petty rascal meets his fate." 



FABLE XXXVII. 
Farmer's Wife and Baven. 

" Why are those tears? Why droops your head? 
Say is your swain or husband dead?" 

The farmer's wife said : " You know well 
The salt was spilt, — to me it fell ; 
And then to add loss unto loss, 
The knife and fork were laid across. 
On Friday evening, 'tis too true, 
Bounce in my lap a coffin flew. 
Some dire misfortune it portends: 
I tremble for my absent friends." 

" Dame," said the neighbour, " tremble not : 
Be all these prodigies forgot; 



FARMER'S WIFE AND RAVEN. 53 

The while, at least, you eat your dinner 
Bid the foul fiend avaunt — the sinner ! 
And soon as Betty clears the table 
For a dessert, 111 read a fable. 

" Betwixt her panniers rocked, on Dobbin 
A matron rode to market bobbing, 
Indulging in a trancelike dream 
Of money for her eggs and cream; 
When direful clamour from her broke: 
' A raven on the left-hand oak ! 
His horrid croak bodes me some ill.' 
Here Dobbin stumbled; 'twas down-hill, 
And somehow he with failing legs 
Fell, and down fell the cream and eggs. 
She, sprawling, said, ' You rascal craven ! 
You — nasty — filthy — dirty — raven ! ' 
6 Goody,' said raven, ' spare your clamour, 
There nothing here was done by glamour ; 
Get up again and wipe your gown, 
It was not I who threw you down ; 
For had you laid your market ware 
On Dun — the old sure-footed mare — 
Though all the ravens in the Hundred 
Had croaked till all the Hundred wondered. 
Sure-footed Dun had kept her legs, 
And you, good woman, saved your eggs.' " 



51 GAY'S FABLES. 

FABLE XXXVIII. 

The Tukkey and the Ant. 

We blame the mote that dims the eye 
Of other men, whose faults we spy ; 
But we ignore the beam that lies 
With stronger strain in one's own eyes. 

A turkey, who grew dull at home, 
Kesolved in the wild woods to roam; 
Wearied she was of barn-door food, 
Therefore she chuckled round her brood, 
And said, " My little ones, now follow ; 
We'll go and dine in yonder hollow." 
They first upon an ant-hill fell — - 
Myriads of negro-ants, pell-mell — 
" O gobble, gobble — here's a treat! 
Emmets are most delicious meat; 
Spare not, spare not. How blest were we, 
Could we here live from poulterers free ! 
Accursed man on turkeys preys, 
Christmas to us no holy-days ; 
When with the oyster-sauce and chine 
We roast that aldermen may dine. 
They call us c alderman in chains,' 
With sausages — the stupid swains ! 
Ah ! gluttony is sure the first 
Of all the seven sins — the worst ! 
I'd choke mankind, had I the power, 
From peasant's hut to lordly bower." 

An ant, who on a neighbouring beech 
Had climbed the trunk beyond her reach, 



THE FATHER AND JUPITER. 55 

Thus said to her : " You turkey-hen, 
What right have you to rail on men ? 
You nor compunction know nor feel, 
But gobble nations at a meal ! " 



FABLE XXXIX. 
The Father and Jupiter. 

A man to Jupiter preferred 
Prayers for a wife : his prayer was heard. 
Jove smiled to see the man caressing 
The granted prayer and doubtful blessing. 

Again he troubled Jove with prayers : 
Fraught with a wife, he wanted heirs : 
They came, to be annoys or joys — 
One girl and two big bouncing boys. 
And, a third time, he prayed his prayer 
For grace unto his son and heir — 
That he, who should his name inherit, 
Might be replete with worth and merit. 
Then begged his second might aspire, 
With strong ambition, martial fire ; 
That Fortune he might break or bend, 
And on her neck to heights ascend. 
Last, for the daughter, prayed that graces 
Might tend upon her face and paces. 

Jove granted all and every prayer, 
For daughter, and cadet, and heir. 
The heir turned out a thorough miser, 
And lived as lives the college sizar ; 



56 GAY'S FABLES. 

He took no joy in show or feat, 
And starving did not choose to eat. 
The soldier — he held honours martial, 
And won the baton of field-marshal ; 
And then, for a more princely elf, 
They laid the warrior on the shelf. 
The beauty viewed with high disdain 
The lover's hopes — the lover's pain ; 
Age overtook her, undecided, 
And Cupid left her much derided. 

The father raised his voice above, 
Complaining of the gifts to Jove ; 
But Jove replied that weal and woe 
Depended not on outward show — 
That ignorant of good or ill, 
Men still beset the heavenly will: 
The blest were those of virtuous mind, 
Who were to Providence resigned. 



FABLE XL. 
The Two Monkeys. 

The scholar, of his learning vain, 
Beholds the fop with deep disdain : 
The fop, with spirit as discerning, 
Looks down upon the man of learning. 
The Spanish Don — a solemn strutter — 
Despises Gallic airs and flutter : 
Whilst the Gaul ridicules the Don, 
As one to poke his fun upon ; 



THE TWO MONKEYS. 57 

And John Bull looks with like disdain 
On manners both of France and Spain : 
They hold, indeed, a deed tripartite 
To see each other in a tart light. 
'Tis thus the bard is scorned by those 
Who only deal in learned prose : 
Whilst bards of quick imagination 
Are hipped by the dull prose oration. 
Men scoff at apes : apes scoff at them ; 
And all — except themselves — contemn. 

Two monkeys visited the fair, 
Like critics, with Parnassian sneer ; 
They forced a way through draggled folk, 
Laughed at Jack Pudding and his joke, 
Then bought their tickets for the show, 
And squatted in the foremost row ; 
Their cut-of-jib was there so stunning, 
It set the idle rabble funning. 

" Brother," one Pug to other said, 
" The mob is certainly ill-bred." 
A sentiment which found no favour, 
And the retorts were of ill-savour. 

The clown with entrance stopped the jar — 
Head over heels — with " Here we are ! " 
The tumblers made their somersets, 
The vaulters made tremendous jets; 
The dancer on the rope did wonders, 
And drew down the applauses — thunders, 
As Numa once elicited 
From Jove Elicius, so they did. 

" Behold the imitative crew ! " 
Said Pug: "they copy me and you, 



58 GAY'S FABLES. 

And clumsily. I'd like to see 
Them jump from forest-tree to tree ; 
I'd like to see them, on a twig, 
Perform a slip-slap or a rig ; 
And yet it pleasant is to know 
The boobies' estimate us so." 

" Brother ! " the other Pug replied, 
" They do their best — with us their guide ; 
We must allow praise is their due, 
Whilst they example good pursue ; 
But when I see them take a flight, 
Or walk, like they walk — bolt upright, 
Because we sometimes walk on two — 
I hate the imitative crew ! " 



FABLE XLI. 

Owl and Farmer. 

An owl took, in a barn, a station 
As fittest for deep contemplation ; 
There (like a Turk) upon a beam 
He sat, as Turks sit in hareem. 

So smokers, at the Magpie met, 
Peruse the ' Post-boy ' or ' Gazette ;' 
And thence foretell, in wise and sure hope, 
The future destinies of Europe. 

The farmer comes to see his sheaves. 
The owl his silent soul relieves ; 
" Keason in man is sheer pretence, 
Would he — were he endowed with sense — 



OWL AND FARMER. 59 

Treat owls with scorning ? He can praise 
The birds that twitter on the sprays: 
Linnets, and larks, and nightingales, 
Yet in the nobler owl he fails. 
Should I, by daylight, view my reign, 
Those birds would cluster in my train ; 
Why do they pounce upon the wing, 
Save that they see and own their king ? " 

" Pshaw ! " said the farmer : " lump of pride ! 
They only follow to deride ; 
Your scream affrights the evening hour, 
When nightingales enchant the bower. 
Why all on earth — man, beast, and fowl — 
Know you for what you are— an owl. 
You and your train! 'midst Nature's rules, 
Fools in derision follow fools ! " 



FABLE XLII. 

Juggler and Vice. 

A juggler once had travelled thorough 
Each city, market-town, and borough ; 
You'd think, so far his art transcended, 
Old Nick upon his fingers tended. 

Vice heard his name : she read his bill, 
And sought his booth— defied his skill. 

The juggler, willing, laid a wager, 
Not yet by losses rendered sager; 
He played his tricks of high emprize, — 
Confounding touch, deluding eyes. 



60 GAY'S FABLES. 

Then cards obeyed his will, and gold 
From empty bags in torrents rolled ! 
He showed an ivory egg : and then 
Hatched and brought forth the mother-hen ! 
Vice then stepped forth, with look serene 
Enough to stir a juggler's spleen : 
She passed a magic looking-glass, 
V\ hich pleased alike dame, lad, and lass : 
Whilst she, a senator addressing, 
Said: "See this bank-note — lo! a blessing — 
Breathe on it— Presto! hey! 'tis gone!" 
And on his lips a padlock shone. 
" Hey, presto ! " and another puff, 
It went, and he spoke well enough ! 
She placed twelve bottles on the board, 
They were with some enchantment stored ; 
" Hey, presto!" and they disappear — 
A pair of bloody swords were there. 
She showed a purse unto a thief, 
His fingers closed on it in brief; 
" Hey, presto ! " and — the treasure fled — 
He grasped a halter, noosed, instead. 
Ambition held a courtier's wand, 
It turned a hatchet in his hand. 
A box for charities, she drew; 
" Blow here ! " and a churchwarden blew — 
" Hey, presto, open ! " Opened, in her, 
For gold was a parochial dinner! 
Vice shook the dice, she smote the board, 
And filled all pockets from her hoard. 
A counter, in a miser's hand, 
Grew twenty guineas at command ; 



COUNCIL OF HORSES. 61 

She bade a rake to grasp them, fain — 
They turned a counter back again. 
The transmutations of a guinea 
Made every one stare like a ninny ; 
But fair was false, and false was fair, 
By which Vice cheated eye and ear. 

The juggler, though with grief at heart, 
In recognition of her art, 
Said : " Now and then I cheat the throng, 
You every day — and all day long ! " 



FABLE XLIII. 

Council of Horses. 

A steed with mutiny inspired 
The stud which grazed the mead, and fired 
A colt, whose eyes then blazing fire, 
Stood forth and thus expressed his ire : 

" How abject is the equine race, 
Condemned to slavery's disgrace ! 
Consider, friends, the deep reproach — 
Harnessed to drag the gilded coach, 
To drag the plough, to trot the road, 
To groan beneath the pack-horse load ! 
Whom do we serve? — a two-legged man, 
Of feeble frame, of visage wan. 
What! must our noble jaws submit 
To champ and foam their galling bit ? 
He back and spur me? Let him first 
Control the lion — tiger's thirst : 



62 GAY'S FABLES. 

I here avow that I disdain 
His might, that I reject his reign. 
He freedom claims, and why not we ? 
The nag that wills it, must be free ! " 

He paused : the intervening pause 
Was followed by some horse-applause. 

An ancient Nestor of the race 
Advanced, with sober solemn pace ; 
With age and long experience wise, 
He cast around his thoughtful eyes. 
He said : " I was with strength endued, 
And knew the tasks of servitude ; 
Now I am old — and now these plains 
And grateful man, repay my pains. 
I ofttimes marvelled to think, how 
He knew the times to reap and plough ; 
And to his horses gave a share 
Of the fair produce of the year. 
He built the stable, stored the hay, 
And winnowed oats from day to day. 
Since every creature is decreed 
To aid his brother in his need, 
We served each other — horse and man — 
And carried out the Eternal plan, 
And each performed his part assigned : 
Then calm your discontented mind." 

The Nestor spoke — the colt submitted- 
And, like his ancestry, was bitted. 



HOUND AND HUNTSMAN. 63 

FABLE XLIV. 
Hound and Huntsman. 

Seeing yourselves are wise, ye smile 
On fools and folly for a while ; 
But water wears the rocks, and sense 
Is wearied by impertinence. 

The wind was southerly, the sky 
Proclaimed that a good scent would lie — 
Forth from the kennel burst the hounds, 
As schoolboys sally out of bounds. 
They hailed the huntsman ; he by name 
Greeted each dog, who thought it fame. 
See them obey command : when bade, 
They scattered thro' the copse and glade ; 
They snuffed the scent upon the gale, 
And sought the remnant of a trail. 

Eingwood, a pup, on the alert, 
Was very young and very pert ; 
He opened — from exuberant spirit — 
But old dogs heard the puppy in it ; 
But when his note of u Full-cry " rose, 
The huntsman to the puppy goes, — 
Down falls the lash, — up rose the yelp, 
And murmured thus the puppy whelp : 

" Why lash me ? Are you malcontent 
That I possess superior scent ? " 

The huntsman answered : " Puppy slips 
Must be restrained by lash of wiiips ; 
Puppies our scorn, not envy, raise — 
For envy is akin to praise. 



64 GAY'S FABLES. 

Had not that forward noisy tongue 
The patience of your elders wrung, 
You might have hunted with the pack ; 
But now the whip assails your back : 
You must be taught to know your ground, 
And from a puppy grow a hound." 



FABLE XLV. 
Eose and Poet. 

I scorn the man who builds his fame 

On ruins of another's name : 

As prudes, who prudishly declare 

They by a sister scandaled are ; 

As scribblers, covetous of praise, 

By slandering, snatch themselves the bays ; 

Beauties and bards, alike, are prone 

To snatch at honours not their own. 

As Lesbia listens, all the whister, 

To hear some scandal of a sister. 

How can soft souls, which sigh for sueings, 

Rejoice at one another's ruins ? 

As, in the merry month of May, 
A bard enjoyed the break of day. 
And quaffed the fragrant scents ascending, 
He plucked a blossomed rose, transcending 
All blossoms else ; it moved his tongue 
To rhapsodize, and thus he sung: 



KOSE AND POET. 65 

" Go, rose, and lie 
On Chloe's bosom, and be there caressed ; 

For there would I, 
Like to a turtle-dove, aye flee to nest 

From jealousy 
And carking care, by which I am opprest. 

There lie — repose 
Upon a bosom fragrant and as fair ; 

Nor rival those 
Beauties ethereal you discover ihere. 

For wherefore, rose, 
Should you, as I, be subject to despair ? " 

" Spare your comparisons — oh ! spare — 
Of me and fragrancy and fair ! " 
A Maiden-blush, which heard him, said, 
With face unwontedly flushed red. 
" Tell ^ne, for what committed wrong 
Am I the metaphor of song ? 
I would you could write rhymes without me, 
Nor in your ecstacies so flout me. 
In every ditty must we bloom? 
Can't you find elsewhere some perfume? 
Oh ! does it add to Chloe's sweetness 
To visit and compare my meetness ? 
And, to enhance her face, must mine 
Be made to wither, peak, and pine?" 



66 GAY'S FABLES. 

FABLE XLVL 

Cur, Horse, and Shepherd's Dog. 

The lad of mediocre spirit 
Blurs not with modesty his merit. 
On all exerting wit and tongue, 
His rattling jokes, at random flung, 
Bespatter widely friend and foe. 
Too late the forward boy will know 
That jokes are often paid in kind, 
Or rankle longer in the mind. 

A village cur, with treble throat, 
Thought he owned music's purest note, 
And on the highway lay, to show it 
Or to philosopher or poet. 
Soon as a roadster's trot was heard, 
He rose, with nose and ears upreared ; 
As he passed by assailed his heels, 
Nor left him till they reached the fields. 

But. as it happened once, a pad, 
Assailed by Master Snarl, like mad, 
Flung out, and knocked him in the mire ; 
Nor did he stop to care, inquire, 
If he had hurt him. On his way 
Pad passed, and puppy bleeding lay. 

A shepherd's dog, who saw him bleed, 
Who hated Snarl and all his breed, 
Said, " This was brought about by prate, 
Which horses— even horses — hate ! " 



THE COUET OF DEATH. 67 

FABLE XLVII. 

The Court of Death. 

Once on a time, in solemn state, 
Death, in his pomp of terror, sate. 
Attendant on his gloomy reign, 
Sadness and Madness, Woe and Pain, 
His vassal train. With hollow tone 
The tyrant muttered from his- throne : 

" We choose a minister to-night ; 
Let him who wills prefer his right, 
And unto the most worthy hand 
We will commit the ebon wand." 

Fever stood forth : " And I appeal 
To weekly bills to show my zeal. 
Repelled, repulsed, I persevere ; 
Often quotidian through a year." 

Gout next appeared to urge his claim 
For the racked joints of tortured frame : 
He, too, besieged the man oppressed, 
Nor would depart, although suppressed. 

Then Rheumatics stept forth, and said : 
"I plague them as they lie in bed." 

Whilst Palsy said : u I make them stumble ; 
When they get up, I make them tumble." 

Then quick Consumption, slow Decline, 
Put in their claims, on counts malign; 
And Plague preferred his rapid power 
To weed a nation in an hour. * 

At the first pause, the monarch said : 
" Merit of modesty was bred. 

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GS GAY'S FABLES. 

Does no physician strive with these ? 

Physicians are content with fees. 

I say, give Drunkenness the wand ; 

There, give it to his drunken hand. 

For wary men, as foes, detest 

You, Eheumatics — who break their rest — 

Fever, and Gout, who here contend; 

But Drunkenness they think their friend, 

Invite him to their feasts : he shares 

Alike their merriments and cares. 

He for another magnum calls 

At weddings, births, and funerals." 



FABLE XLYIII. 

Florist and Pig. 

A florist — wit had run a rig — 
Had set his fancy on a pig; 
Which followed master like a dog, 
And petted was, although a hog. 

The master thus addressed the swine : 
" My house and garden both be thine : 
Feast on potatoes as you please, 
And riot 'midst the beans and peas ; 
Turnips and carrots, pig, devour, 
And broccoli and cauliflower ; 
But spare my tulips— my delight, 
By which I fascinate my sight." 

But Master Pig, next morning, roamed 
Where sweet wort in the coolers foamed. 



FLORIST AND PIG. 69 

He sucked his fill ; then munched some grains, 

And, whilst inebriated, gains 

The garden for some cooling fruits, 

And delved his snout for tulip-roots. 

He did, I tell you, much disaster; 

So thought, at any rate, his master : 

" My sole, my only, charge forgot, 

You drunken and ungrateful sot ! " 

" Drunken, yourself ! " said Piggy-wiggy ; 
"I ate the roots, not flowers, you priggy ! " 

The florist hit the pig a peg, 
x\.nd piggy turned and tore his leg. 

" Fool that I was," the florist said, 
" To let that hog come near my bed ! 
Who cherishes a brutal mate, 
Will mourn the folly, soon or late." 



FABLE XLIX. 

Man and Flea. 

Nothing, methinks, is to be seen 
On earth that does not over ween. 
Doth not the hawk, from high, survey 
The fowls as destined for his prey ? 
And do not Cresars, and such things, 
Deem men were born to slave for kings ? 
The crab, amidst the golden sands 
Of Tagus, or on pearl-strewn strands, 
Or in the coral-grove marine, 
Thinks hers each gem of ray serene. 



70 GAY'S FABLES. 

The snail, 'midst bordering pinks and roses, 
Where zephyrs fly and love reposes, 
Where Laura's cheek vies with the peaches, 
When Cory don one glance beseeches, — 
The snail regards both fruit and flower, 
And thanks God for the granted bower. 

And man, who, standing on some bluff, 
Eegards the world with soul as tough,— 
The sun, the moon, the starry sphere, 
The harvests of the circling year, 
The mighty ocean, meadows trim, 
And deems they all are made for him. 
" How infinite," he says, " am I ! 
How wondrous in capacity ! 
Over creation to hold reign, 
The lord of pleasure and of pain " 

" Hold hard, my hearty ! " said a flea, 
Perched on his neck, beneath his lee. 
" I do not brag that all creation 
Is subject to the Flea-ite nation. 
I know that parasitic races, 
The Ticks and Lucies have their places; 
But the imperial race of Flea 
Is all surpassing — look at me. 
My concentrated vigour, grant, 
Then look at yon huge elephant; 
Look at my leap, at my proboscis, 
Then go and learn, ' ut tu te noscis,' 
That man was made with skin to bleed, 

That families of fleas may feed." 

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HAEE AND MANY FRIENDS. 71 

FABLE L. 
Hare and many Friends. 

Friendship, as love, is but a name, 
Save in a concentrated flame ; 
And thus, in friendships, who depend 
On more than one, find not one friend. 

A hare who, in a civil way, 
Was not dissimilar to Gay, 
Was well known never to offend, 
And every creature was her friend. 
As was her wont, at early dawn, 
She issued to the dewy lawn ; 
When, from the wood and empty lair, 
The cry of hounds fell on her ear. 
She started at the frightful sounds, 
And doubled to mislead the hounds; 
Till, fainting with her beating heart, 
She saw the horse, who fed apart. 
" My friend, the hounds are on my track ; 
Oh, let me refuge on your back ! " 

The horse responded : " Honest Puss, 
It grieves me much to see you thus. 
Be comforted — relief is near; 
Behold, the bull is in the rear." 

Then she implored the stately bull, 
His answer we relate in full : 
" Madam, each beast alive can tell 
How very much I wish you well; 
But business presses in a heap, 
I an appointment have to keep; 



GAY'S FABLES. 

And now a lady 's in the case, — 

When other things, you know, give place. 

Behold the goat is just behind ; 

Trust, trust you'll not think me unkind." 

The goat declared his rocky lairs 
Wholly unsuited w T ere to hares. 
" There is the sheep," he said, " with fleece. 
Adapted, now, to your release." 

The sheep replied that she was sure 
Her weight was too great to endure ; 
" Besides," she said, " hounds worry sheep." 

Next was a calf, safe in a keep : 
" Oh, help me, bull-calf — lend me aid ! " 

" My youth and inexperience weighed," 
Eeplied the bull-calf, " though I rue it, 
Make me incompetent to do it ; 
My friends might take offence. My heart — 
You know my heart, my friend— we part, 

I do assure you Hark! adieu! 

The pack, in full cry, is in view." 



FABLE LI. 

Dog and Fox. 
(To a Lawyer). 
My friend, the sophisticated tongue 
Of lawyers can turn right to wrong ; 
And language, by your skill made pliant, 
Can save an undeserving client. 



DOa AND FOX. 73 

Is it the fee directs the sense 

To injure injured innocence? 

Or can you, with a double face 

Like Janus's, mistate a case? 

Is scepticism your profession, 

And justice absent from your session ? 

And is, e'en so, the bar supplied, 

Where eloquence takes either side? 

A man can well express his meaning, 
Except in law deeds, where your gleaning 
Must be first purchased— must be fee'd ; 
Engrossed, too, the too-prolix deed. 
But do we shelter beneath law? 
Ay, till your brother finds the flaw. 
All wills pass muster, undisputed ; 
Dispute, and they are soon confuted : 
And you, by instinct, flaws discover, 
As dogs find coveys in the clover. 

Sagacious Porta loved to trace 
Likeness to brutes in lordly face — 
To ape or owls his sketches liking, 
Sent the laugh round — they were so striking. 
So would I draw my satire true, 
And fix it on myself or you. 

But you dissent : you do not like 
A portrait that shall rudely strike. 
You write no libels on the state, 
And party prejudice you hate ; 
But to assail a private name 
You shrink, my friend, and deem it shame. 
So be it : yet let me in fable 
Knock a knave over, if I am able. 



74 GAY'S FABLES. 

Shall not the decalogue be read, 
Because the guilty sit in dread ? 
Brutes are my theme : am I to blame 
If minds are brutish, men the same ? 
Whom the cap fits, e'en let him wear it — 
And we are strong enough to bear it. 

A shepherd's dog, unused to sporting, 
Picked up acquaintance, all consorting. 
Amongst the rest, a friendship grew 
'Twixt him and Keynard, whom he knew. 

Said Keynard : " 'Tis a cruel case 
That man will stigmatize my race : 
Ah ! there are rogues midst men and foxes — 
You see that where the parish stocks is. 
Still there are honest men and true — 
So are there honest foxes too. 
You see and know I've no disguise, 
And that, like life, I honour prize." 

The honest dog threw off distrust, 
For talk like that seemed good and just. 
On as they went one day with chatter 
Of honour and such moral matter, 
They heard a tramp. " Are hounds abroad ? 
I heard a clatter on the road." 

" Nay," said the dog : " 'tis market-day, 
Dame Dobbin now is on her way. 
That foot is Dun's, the pyebald mare : 
They go to sell their poultry ware." 

" Their poultry ware! Why poultry me? 
Sir, your remark is very free. 
Do I know your Dame Dobbin's farm? 
Did I e'er do her hen-roost harm ? " 



YULTUEE, SPAREOW, AND BIEDS. 75 

" Why, my good friend, I never meant 
To give your spirit discontent. 
No lamb — for aught I ever knew — 
Could be more innocent than you." 

" What do you mean by such a flam ? 
Why do you talk to me of lamb? 
They lost three lambs : you say that I — 
I robbed the fold ; — you dog, you lie ! " 

" Knave," said the dog, " your conscience tweaks : 
It is the guilty soul that speaks." 
So saying, on the fox he flies, 
The self-convicted felon dies. 

FABLE LII. 

Vulture, Sparrow, and Birds. 

Ebe I begin I must premise 
Our ministers are good and wise: 
Therefore if tongues malicious fly, 
Or what care they, or what care I ? 

If I am free with courts, and skittish, 
I ne'er presume to mean the British : 
I meddle with no state affairs, 
But spare my jest and save my ears ; 
And our court schemes are too profound 
For Machiavel himself to sound. 
A captious fool may feel offended; 
They are by me uncomprehended. 

Your younger brother wants a place — 
(That's many a younger brother's case). 



7<5 GAY'S FABLES. 

You likewise tell me he intends 

To try the court and beat up friends. 

I trust he may a patriot find, 

True to his king and to mankind, 

And true to merit — to your brother's — 

And then he need not teaze us others. 

You praise his probity and wit : 
No doubt; I doubt them not a whit. 
Ah ! may our patriot have them too ; 
And if both clash, why things may do. 
For I have heard (oh, Heaven defend us ! 
For I'll not hold it might not mend us) 
That ministers, high as yon steeple, 
Have trodden low law, king, and people, 
When virtue from preferment barred 
Gets nothing save its own regard. 
Courtiers — a set of knaves — attend them, 
And arrogance well recommends them ; 
Who flatter them defame their foes 
To lull the ministerial woes : 
And if projectors fire a brain, 
South Sea or silver mines in Spain, 
The broker's ready in a trice 
To satisfy e'en avarice. 
A courtier's conscience must be pliant ; 
He must go on, nor be defiant, 
Through thick and thin, o'er stock and stone, 
Or else, bye, bye, the post is gone. 
Since plagues like these as storms may lower, 
And favourites fall as falls the flower, 
Good principles should not be steady, — 
That is, at court, but ever ready 



VULTURE, SPAKROW, AND BIRDS. 77 

To veer — as veers the vane — each hour 

Around the ministry in power : 

For they, you know, they must have tools ; 

And if they can't get knaves, get fools. 

Ah ! let me shun the public hate, 

And flee the guilt of guilty state. 

Give me, kind Heaven, a private station, 

A mind serene for contemplation ; 

And if bright honour may be mine, 

Profit and title I resign. 

Now read my fable, and — in short, 

Go, if you will, then — go to court. 

In days of yore (for cautious rhymes 
Should aye eschew the present times) 
A greedy vulture, skilled in preying, 
Approached the throne, his wings displaying, 

And at the royal eagle's ear 

Burthens of state proposed to bear. 

Behold him minister of state; 

Behold his feathered throng await ; 

Behold them granting posts and places 

Concordant with their worth and races. 

The nightingales were all turned out, 

And daws put in. " These birds, no doubt, 

The vulture said, " are the most fit 

Both for capacity and wit, 

And very docile: they will do 

My business, as I wish them to. 

And hawk — the hawk is a good fellow — 

And chanticleer, with cockscomb yellow; 

But all the ravens — they must go — 

Pry in futurities, you know. 



78 GAY'S FABLES. 

That will not do ; to baffle all 
With truth, for the apocryphal. 
No ; jays and pies will do far better, — 
They talk by rote, nor know a letter." 
A sparrow, on the housetop, heard — 
The sparrow is a knowing bird : 
" If rogues unto preferments rise, 
I ask nor place nor seignories. 
To the thatched cottage, I, to find, 
From courts afar, my peace of mind." 



FABLE LIIL 

Ape and Poultry. 

Esteem is frequently misplaced, 
Where she may even stand disgraced ; 
We must allow to w r ealth and birth 
Precedence, which is due on earth : 
But our esteem is only due 
Unto the worth of man and virtue. 

Around an ancient pedigree 
There is a halo fair to see, 
With " unwrung withers " we afford 
Our salutation to milord, 
As due unto his ancient house, 
Albeit his lordship be a chouse. 
And riches dazzle us — we know 
How much they might or should bestow ; 
But power is nothing, sans the will, 
Often recalcitrant to ill: 



APE AND POULTRY. 79 

And yet the mob will stand and gaze 

On each, with similar amaze. 

But worst of all the lot, we grant, 

The parasite or sycophant : 

Such as can vilely condescend 

To dirty jobs ; and bow and bend, 

With meanest tropes of adulation, 

To have and hold on to their station. 

E'en such a ministry among 

Are found amidst the waiting- throng. 

Where'er are misdeeds, there are bevies; 

And wanting never at the levees, 

Men who have trimmed the stocks, been rabbled, 

In South Seas and in gold mines dabbled, 

Where sycophants applauded schemes 

Madder than the maddest madman's dreams. 

When pagans sacrificed to Moloch, 
They gave the first-born of their low stock ; 
But here, unless all history lies, 
Nations are made the sacrifice. 
For look through courts, and you will find 
The principle that rules mankind, — 
Worshipped beneath the sundry shapes 
Of wolves, and lions, fox, and apes. 

Where, then, can we esteem bestow, — 
To-day in place, to-morrow low? 
And the winged insects of his power 
Gone — when they see the tempests lower : 
Like to the bubble, full and fair, 
With hues prismatic, puffed with air. 
Another puff — and down it tends — 
Earthward one dingy drop descends. 



SO GAY'S FABLES. 

A maiden, much misused by Time — 
All aspirations of her prime, 
Like the soap bubble, puffed and burst, — 
Monkeys, and dogs, and parrots nurst ; 
A whole menagerie employed 
The passing hours which she enjoyed. 
A monkey, big as a gorilla, 
Who stalked beneath a big umbrella, 
Was her prime minister : his finger 
Was wont in each man's pie to linger. 
She liked the monster, and assigned 
The poultry-yard to him, to find 
The daily rations of the corn. 
Behold him now, with brow of scorn, 
Amidst his vassals : come for picking — 
Swans, turkeys, peacocks, ducks, and chicken. 
The minister appeared, the crowd 
Performed the reverence due ; and bowed 
And spoke their compliments and duties, 
Whilst he revolved in mind his new ties, 
And thought " What is a place of trust? — 
1 And first unto thyself be just, 
And then it follows that you can 
Not be unjust to any man.' 
That moral motto is most true ; 
As Shakespeare teaches, will I do." 

There was an applewoman's stall, 
With plums and nuts, beneath a wall ; 
With her he then proposed to trade, — 
In corn, full payments to be made. 

" Madam, in mind this dogma bear : 
' Buy in the cheap ; sell in the dear ;' 



APE AND POULTEY. 81 

And, since my barley costs me nothiug, 
My market is as cheap as stuffing." 

Away then went the stores of grain, — 
The poultry died ; and mistress, fain 
To know the cause, named a commission — 
Which ended in the Pug's dismission, 
And left our hero in a hash, 
With Newgate and refunded cash. 

A gander met him in disgrace, 
Who knew him well when high in place. 
" Two days ago," said Pug, " you bowed 
The lowest of the cringing crowd." 

" I always bob my head before 
I pass," said Goosey, " a barn-door. 
I always cackle for my grain, 
And so do all my gosling train : 
But if I do not know a monkey, 
Whene'er I see one, — I'm a donkey." 



FABLE LIV. 

Ant in Office. 

You tell me that my verse is rough, 

And to do mischief like enough; 

Bid me eschew, in honest rhymes, 

Follies of countries and crimes. 

You ask me if I ever knew 

Court chaplains thus lawn sleeves pursue? 

I meddle not with gown or lawn; 

I, therefore, have no need to fawn. 

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82 GAY'S FABLES. 

If they must soothe a patron's ear, 
Not I — I was not born to bear ; 
All base conditions I refuse, 
Nor will I so debase the muse. 

Though I ne'er flatter nor defame, 
Yet would I fain bring guilt to shame ; 
And I corruption would expose, 
Though all corrupted were my foes. 
I no man's property invade, — 
Corruption 's an unlawful trade ; 
So bribery also. Politicians 
Should be tied down to such conditions; 
If they were stinted of their tools, 
Less were their train of knaves and fools. 

Were such the case, let us review 
The dreadful mischiefs to ensue. 
Some silver services 'twould stint, 
But that would aggrandise the Mint; 
Some ministers find less regard, 
But bring their servants more reward ; 
Fewer informers, fewer spies, 
But that would swell the year's supplies ; 
An annual job or two might drop, 
We should not miss it 'midst the crop ; 
Some pensions, haply, be refused, 
The Civil List be less abused ; 
It might the ministry confound, 
And yet the State stand safe and sound. 
Next, let it well be understood 
I only mean my country's good — 
I wish all courtiers did the same. 
I wish to bar no honest claim : 



ANT IN OFFICE. 

I wish the nation out of debt ; 

No private man had cause to fret; 

Yet law and public good to be 

The pole-stars of the Ministry; 

I wish corruption, bribery, pension, 

Were things there were no need to mention ; 

I wish to strike a blow at vice, — 

Fall where it may, I am not nice; 

Although the Law — the devil take it ! — 

Can scandalum magnatum make it. 

I vent no scandal, neither judge 

Another's conscience ; on I trudge, 

And with my satire take no aim, 

Nor knave nor steward name by name. 

Yet still you think my fable bears 

Allusion unto State affairs. 

I grant it does so; but, what then? — 
I strike at motives, not at men. 
If hands corrupted harm the nation, 
I bar no reader's application. 

There was an Ant, of flippant tongue, 
Who oft the ears of senates wrung; 
Whether he knew the thing or no, 
Assurance sat upon his brow; 
Who gained the post whereto he strained— 
The grain-controllership attained. 
But then old laws were very strict, 
And punished actions derelict. 
Accounts were passed by year and year, 
The auditors would then appear, 
And his controllership of grain 
Must his accounts and stock explain. 

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84 GAY'S FABLES. 

He put a balance-sheet in — cooked, 
An honest emmet o'er it looked, 
And said, " The hoard of grain is low ; 
But the accounts themselves don't show 
By any vouchers what the stocks are. 
Keally, such documents but mocks are." 

" Sir," the controller said, " would you 
Have us pass everything to view? 
Divulge all matters to all eyes, 
Proclaim to winds state mysteries ? 
'Twould lay us open to our foes ; 
You see all that we dare disclose ; 
And, on my honour, the expense 
Is lavished on the swarm's defence." 

They passed the balance-sheet— again 
Next year's shewed " deficit of grain ; " 
And thus again controller pleaded : 
"Much secret service has been needed, 
For famines threaten ; turkey broods 
Have been most clamorous for foods. 
Turkey invasions have cost dear, 
And geese were numerous last year. 
Keally, these secrets told are ruin, 
And tend much to the realm's undoing." 

Again, without examination, 
They thanked his good administration. 
A third and fourth time this recurred, 
An auditor would then be heard : 
" Are we but tools," he said, " of rogues ? 
Through us corruption disembogues 
Her mighty flood ; for every grain 
We touch we vouch at least for twain. 



THE BEAK IN A BOAT. 85 

Where have they vanished ? nay, in bribes. 
They have depoverished our tribes." 

Then followed an investigation, 
And a report unto the nation. 
The Ant was punished, and his hoard — 
All that remained of it — restored. 



FABLE LY. 
The Bear in a Boat. 

(To a Coxcomb). 

Ah ! my dear fellow, write the motto 
Nosce teipsum o'er your grotto ; 
For he must daily wiser grow s 
Determined his own scope to know. 
He never launches from the shore 
Without the compass, sail, and oar. 
He, ere he builds, computes the costs ; 
And, ere he fights, reviews the hosts. 
He safely walks within the fence, 
And reason takes from common sense : 
Pride and presumption standing checked 
Before some palpable defect. 

To aid the search for pride's eviction, 
A coxcomb claims a high distinction. 
Not to one age or sex confined 
Are coxcombs, but of rank and kind; 



86 GAY'S FABLES. 

Pervading all ranks, great and small, 

Who take and never give the wall. 

By ignorance is pride increased ; 

They who assume most, know the least. 

Yet coxcombs do not, all alike, 

Our ridicule and laughter strike. 

For some are lovers, some are bores, 

Some rummage in the useless stores 

Of folios ranged upon the shelf, 

Another only loves himself. 

Such coxcombs are of private station : 

Ambition soars to rule the nation. 

They flattery swallow ; do not fear, — 

No nonsense will offend their ear : 

Though you be sycophant professed, 

You will not put his soul to test. 

If policy should be his care, 

Drum Machiavelli in his ear; 

If commerce or the naval service, 

Potter of Mazarin and Jervis. 

Always, with due comparison, 

By him let all that 's done be done : 

Troops, levies, and ambassadors, 

Treaties and taxes, wars and stores ; 

No blunders or crude schemes are tost, 

Each enterprise repays its cost. 

He is the pilot at the helm 

To succour and to save the realm. 

Spare not your Turkey-poult to cram, 

He never will suspect you flam. 

There was a bear of manners rough, 
Who could take bee-hives well enough : 



THE BEAR IN A BOAT. 87 

He lived by plundered honey-comb, 
And raided the industrial home. 
Success had puffed him with conceit ; 
He boasted daily of some feat. 
In arrogance right uncontrolled 
He grew pragmatic, busy, bold ; 
And beasts, with reverential stare, 
Thought him a most prodigious bear. 

He grew dictator in his mood, 
And seized on every spoil was good ; 
From chickens, rising by degrees, 
Until he took the butcher's fees : 
Then, in his overweening pride, 
Over the hounds he would preside; 
And, lastly, visiting the rocks, 
He took his province from the fox. 
And so it happened on a day 
A yawl equipped at anchor lay. 
He stopped, and thus expressed his mind : 
" What blundering puppies are mankind ! 
What stupid pedantry in schools, 
Their compasses and nautic tools ! 
I will assume the helm, and show 
Vain man a dodge he ought to know." 

He gained the vessel, took his stand. 
The beasts, astonished, lined the strand; 
He weighed the anchor, slacked the sail, 
Put her about before the gale, 
But shipped no rudder : ill then met her ; 
He ran ashore, and there upset her. 

The roach and gudgeon, native there, 
Gathered to quiz the floundering bear. 



88 GAY'S FABLES. 

Not so the watermen : the crew 
Gathered around to thrash him too ; 
And merriment ran on the strand 
As Bruin, chained, was dragged to land. 



FABLE LYL 

Squire and Cur. 

(To a Country Gentleman). 

Man, with integrity of heart, 
Disdains to play a double part : 
He bears a moral coat of mail, 
When envy snarls and slanders rail. 
From virtue's shield the shafts resound, 
And his light shines in freedom round. 

If in his country's cause he rise, 
Unbribed, unawed, he will advise ; 
Will fear no ministerial frown, 
Neither will clamour put him down. 
But if you play the politician 
With soul averse to the position, 
Your lips and teeth must be controlled. 

What minister his place could hold 
Were falsehood banished from the court. 
Or truth to princes gain resort ? 
The minister would lose his place, 
If he could not his foes disgrace. 

For none is born a politician 
Who cannot lie by intuition : 



SQUIRE AND CUR. 89 

By which the safety of the throne 
Is kept — subservient to his own. 
For monarchs must be kept deluded 
By falsehood from the lips exuded, 
And, ministerial schemes pursuing, 
Care nothing for the public ruin. 

Antiochus, lost in a chase, 
Traversed the wood with mended pace, 
And reached a cottage, sore distressed. 
A Parthian fed the regal guest, 
But knew not whom : the countryman, 
Warmed by unwonted wine, began 
To talk of courts and talk of kings : 

" We country folk, we see such things. 
They say the king is good and wise: 
Ah ! we could open both his eyes. 
They say, God bless him ! he means good. 
Ah ! we could open them — we could ; — 
And show him how his courtiers ride us : 
They rob us, and they then deride us. 
If King Antiochus could see, 
Or if he knew as much as we, 
How servants wound a master's name, — 
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same, — 
If King Antiochus, I say, 
Could see, he'd kick those scamps away." 

Both in good time their couches sought ; 
The peasant slept, the monarch thought. 
At earliest dawn the courtiers found 
And owned the king by trumpet sound. 
Unto his rustic host the guest, 
With due reward, his thanks expressed ; 



90 GAY'S FABLES. 

And turning to his courtier train: 
" Since you are bent on private gain, 
You may your private gain pursue ; 
Henceforth I will be quit of you." 

A country squire, by whim directed, 
The nobler stocks canine neglected ; 
Nor hound nor pointer by him bred. 
Yap was his cur,, and Yap was fed ; 
And Yap brought all his blood relations 
To fill the posts and eat the rations : 
And to that end it came about 
That all the others were turned out. 
Now Yap, as curs are wont to do — 
If great men's curs — on tradesmen flew, 
Unless they bribed him : with a bound 
He worried all the tenants round. 
For why ? he lived in constant fear 
Lest they, in hate, should interfere. 
So Master Yap would snarl and bite, 
Then clap his tail, and fly with fright ; 
As he, with bay and bristling hair, 
Assailed each tradesman who came there. 
He deemed, if truth should get admittance, 
'T would followed be by his demittance. 

It chanced that Yap, upon a day, 
Was by a kins-cur lured to play ; 
And, as Miss Yaps there were, they thought 
Unto Miss Yaps to pay their court, 
And had a little hunting bouting, 
Like Antony, who so went outing 
With Cleopatra.— So pursuing, 
Yru) and Mark Antony found ruin. 



SQUIEE AND CUE. 91 

A neighbour passing by, then ventured — 

And, seeing the coast clear, he entered. 

The squire enjoyed a quiet chat, 

And said: "Now tell me, neighbour Mat, 

Why do men shun my hall? Of late, 

No neighbour enters in my gate ; 

I do not choose thence to infer " 

" Squire, 'tis nothing but the cur," 
Mat answered him ; " with cursed spite, 
The brute does nought but bark and bite. 
There is some cause, we all agree : 
He swears 'tis us — we say 'tis he. 
Get rid of him, the snarling brute, 
And these old halls shall not be mute ; 
There nothing is we more desire, 
Than lose the cur and win the squire." 

The truth prevailed, and with disgrace 
The cur was cudgelled out of place. 



FABLE LVII. 
The Countryman and Jupiter. 

(To myself), 

Nosce teipsum : look and spy, 
Have you a friend so fond as I ? 
Have you a fault, to mankind known. 
Not hidden unto eyes your own ? 



92 GAY'S FABLES. 

When airy castles you importune, 
Down falling, by the breath of Fortune, 
Did I e'er doubt you should inherit, 
If Fortune's wheel devolved on merit? 
It was not so; for Fortune's frown 
Still perseveres to hold you down. 
Then let us seek the cause, aud view 
What others say and others do. 
Have we, like those in place, resigned 
Our independency of mind ? 
Have we had scruples — and therefore 
Practising morals, are we poor ? 
If such be our forlorn position, 
Would Fortune mend the lorn condition ? 
On wealth if happiness were built, 
Villains would compass it by guilt. 
No : ckescit amor nummi — raisers 
Are not so heart whole as are sizars. 
Thiuk, John Gay ! — and that 's myself— 
Should Fortune make you her own elf, 
Would that augment your happiness ? 
Or haply might she make it less? 

Suppose yourself a wealthy heir 
Of houses, lands, and income clear: 
Your luxury might break all bounds 
Of plate and table, steeds, and hounds. 
Debts — debts of honour — lust of play — 
Will waste a county's wealth away; 
And so your income clear may fail, 
And end in exile or in jail. 

Or were you raised to height of power, 
Would that ameliorate an hour? 



COUNTRYMAN AND JUPITER. 93 

Would avarice and false applause 
Weigh in the balance as two straws? 
Defrauded nations, blinded kings, 
Would they not, think you, leave their stings'? 
If happiness, then, be your aim 
(I mean the true, not false of fame), 
She nor in courts nor camps resides, 
Nor in the lowly cottage bides; 
Nor on the soil, nor on the wind ; 
She tenants only in the mind. 

Wearied by toil, beneath the shade, 
A rustic rested on his spade. 
" This load of life, from year to year," 
He said, " is very hard to bear. 
The dawning morning bids me up 
To toil and labour till I sup ! " 

Jove heard, and answered him : " My friend, 
Complaints that are unjust offend : 
Speak out your griefs, if you repine 
At any act or deed of mine. 
If you can mend your state, instruct me ; 
I wish but knowledge to conduct me." 

So saying, from the mundane crowds 
He raised the rustic to the clouds. 

He showed a miser — said : " Behold 
His bulky bags that burst with gold ! 
He counts it over, and the store 
Is every day increased by more." 

" O happiness ! " the rustic cried : 
" What can a fellow wish beside ? " 

" Ah, wait ! until I charm your eyes," 
Said Jupiter, " from fallacies." 



^4 GAY'S FABLES. 

He looked again, and saw the breast 
Like a rough ocean — ne'er at rest : 
Fear, guilt, and conscience gnawed the heart ; 
Extortion ever made it smart — 
It seemed as if no sunlit gleam 
Could brighten it in thought or dream. 

" Ah ! may the gods," he cried, " reject 
My prayer for gold, and comfort wreck t : 
But see yon minister of state, 
And the gay crowd who proudly wait ! " 

" A second time I charm your eyes," 
Said Jove, " from mortal fallacies." 

He looked again, and saw a breast 
Gnawed by corruption, wanting rest : 
He saw him one time drunk with power, 
Tottering upon Ambition's tower ; 
Then, seized with giddiness and fear, 
Seeing his downfall in his rear, 
" O Jupiter ! " the rustic said, 
" Give me again my plough and spade." 

But Jupiter was not contented ; 
The rustic's griefs he still resented. 
So he deployed before his sight 
The lawyer's and the soldier's plight; 
The miseries of war and law, 
The battle-field and legal flaw. 

" Jupiter ! " the rustic said, 
Eestore me to the plough and spade." 

Then Jupiter : " You mortals blunder : 
There is no happiness in thunder; 
For happiness, to nought confined, 
Is found in the contented mind : 



MAN, CAT, DOG, AND FLY. 95 

Go home again, and be contented, 

Nor grumble more like one demented." 

Then Jupiter, to aid the clown, 
Where he had found him put him down. 



FABLE LVIII. 

Man, Cat, Dog, and Fly. 

(7b my Native Land,) 

My native land, whose fertile ground 
Neptune and Amphitrite bound, — 
Britain, of trade the chosen mart, 
The seat of industry and art, — 
May never luxury or minister 
Cast over thee a mantle sinister! 
Still let thy fleet and cannon's roar 
Affright thy foes and guard thy shore. 
When Continental States contend, 
Be thou to them a common friend. 
Imperial rule may sway their land ; 
Here Commerce only takes her stand, 
Diffusing good o'er all the world. 
The flag of Commerce, where unfurled, 
Stands with fair plenty in her train, 
And wealth, to bless her bright domain. 
For where the merchant sails to trade 
Fair is the face of Nature made. 
Glad is the king, in regal dome; 
Glad is the rustic, in his home ; 



96 GAY'S FABLES. 

The flocks and culture glacl the fields, 

And Peace her boon of plenty yields. 

For Nature meant that man should share 

The goods abounding everywhere, 

And barter corn, and oil, and wine ; 

The iron ore and twisted twine, 

Cotton and silk, deep-bedded coal, 

Be interchanged from pole to pole. 

So each land's superfluities 

Should bind lands by commercial ties ; 

And carry, from abounding stores, 

The luxuries of distant shores. 

The monarch and the rustic eat 

Of the same harvest, the same wheat ; 

The artizan supplies the vest, 

The mason builds the roof of rest ; 

The self-same iron-ores afford 

The coulter of the plough and sword; 

And all, from cottage to the throne, 

Their common obligation own 

For private and for public cause, 

Protecting property and laws. 

The animals were once distressed 
By bitter famine, and addressed 
Themselves to man to find them food, 
And bound themselves in servitude; 
For, whilst they starved, or whilst they fed, 
Man had his lasting hoards of bread. 

The cat demanded leave to sue. 
"Wellj Puss," says Man, "and what can you do?" 
" Scatter the rats and mice," said Tib ; 
" And guard your grain in sack or crib. 



MAN, CAT, DOG AND FLY. 97 

Foe am I of the genus Mus, 
Absurdly called 'ridicuhs; 3 
Dan iEsop called him so, not I ; 
Feed me, and every mouse shall die." 

Then to the starving hound, Man said : 
" Well, sir, and how can you earn bread ? " 

" My name is Trusty," said the hound ; 
And neer was I untrusty found. 
I am not used, by self-applause, 
To pander to my famished jaws; 
But I am well known; if you please 
To ask my character of these. 
My province is to watch, and keep 
The house and fold the whilst you sleep ; 
And thief and wolf alike shall know 
I am your friend, and am their foe." 

" Ah ! " said the Man, " we rarely find 
Trust uncorrupted with mankind. 
Such services, indeed, transcend; 
Pray, be my comrade and my friend." 

Then to the drone he turned, and said : 
" Well, sir ; can you, sir, earn your bread ? " 

" I will explain, sir, if I can ; 
I am," said drone, " a gentleman. 
Mechanics earn their bread — not I: 
Where'er there honey is, I fly ; 
But, truly, it would not be fit 
I should submit to toil for it : 
I visit peaches, plums, and roses, 
Where Beauty on a couch reposes; 
I seldom fail the placid hour, 
When she takes bohea in the bower ; 



98 GAY'S FABLES. 

Nor do I gather stores of pelf — , 
My object is to please myself; 
And if I lay to aught pretence, 
It is to ease and elegance." 

" So, Mr. Drone ; and have you done ? 
Then, from that peach, I pray, begone ; 
If you won't work, you shall not eat, — 
That is, with me ; so quit that seat. 
If all the world were such as you, 
We all should starve when north winds blew, 
But he who, with industrious zeal, 
Contributes to the common weal, 
Has the true secret understood 
Of private and of public good. 
Be off with you ! " He raised his hand, 
Which the vain insect dared withstand ; 
It smote the parasite of pride 
And there the idler fell, and died. 



FABLE LIX. 
The Jackall, Leopard, and Beasts. 

{To a Modem Politician.) 

I grant these facts : corruption sways, 
Self-interest does pervert man's ways ; 
That bribes do blind ; that present crimes 
Do equal those of former times : 
Can I against plain facts engage 
To vindicate the present age? 



JACKALL, LEOPARD, AND BEASTS. 99 

I know that bribes in modern palm 
Can nobler energies encalm ; 
That where such argument exists 
There itching is in modern fists. 
And hence you hold that politicians 
Should drive their nails on such conditions, 
So they might penetrate sans bending, 
And win your way past comprehending. 

Premising no reflection 's meant, 
Unto such doctrine I dissent. 
The barrister is bound to plead 
Upon the side on which he 's fee'd ; 
And so in every other trade 
Is duty, by the guinea, paid. 
Man, we are taught, is prone to evil — 
That does not vindicate the devil : 
Besides, man, in his own behoof, 
Contrives to hide the cloven hoof. 
Nor is corruption of late date, — 
'Twas known in every age and state ; 
And where corruption was employed 
The public welfare was destroyed. 

Next see court minions in disgrace, 
Stripped of their treasure, stripped of place ; 
What now is all their pride and boast, — 
The servile slave, the flattering host, 
The tongues that fed him with applause, 
The noisy champions of their cause ? 
They press the foremost to accuse 
His selfish jobs and paltry views. 
Ah, me ! short-sighted were the fools, 
And false, aye false, the hireling tools. 

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100 GAY'S FABLES. 

Was it sucli sycophants to get 
Corruption swelled the public debt ? 
This motto would not shine amiss — 
Write, " Point d'argent et point de Suisse." 

The lion is the noblest brute, 
With parts and valour past dispute, 
And yet it is by all averred 
His rule to jackalls is transferred. 

A rascal jackall once on law 
And property put down his paw. 
The forest groaned brute-discontent, 
And swore its injuries to resent : 
The jackall heard it, and with fear 
He saw disgrace approaching near. 

He said and thought : "I must defeat 
Malicious tongues, and guard my seat ; 
Strengthen myself with new allies, 
And then this clamour may despise." 
Unto the generous brutes he fawned ; 
The generous brutes the jackall scorned. 
What must he do ? Friends must be made, 
And proselytes by bribes be paid ; 
For think not a brute's paw withstands 
The bribe which dirties human hands. 

A hog o'er cabbage said his benison ; 
The wolf was won by haunch of venison ; 
A pullet won the fox ; a thistle 
Tickled the donkey's tongue of gristle. 

But now the royal leopard rose 
The tricksy jackall to ojrposc : 
And as the rats will leave in lurch 
The falling walls of house or church, 



JAOKALL, LEOPARD, AND BEASTS. 101 

So did each briber cut and run 

To worship at the rising sun. 

The hog with warmth expressed his zeal, 

So did the wolf for public weal, — 

But claimed their venison and cabbage. 

The fox the like — without disparage 

Unto his perquisites of geese. 

The donkey asked a common's lease. 

" Away," the leopard said, " ye crew, 
Whose conscience honesty ne'er knew ! 
Away, I say, with all the tribe 
Who dare to ask or take a bribe : 
Cudgels, and not rewards, are due 
To such time-serving tools as you ! " 



FABLE LX. 

The Degenerate Bees. 

{To Dean Swift.) 

Though courts the practice disallow, 
I ne'er a friend will disavow : 
It may be very wrong to know him, 
And very prudent to forego him ; 
'Tis said that prudence changes friends 
Oft as it suits one's private ends. 
Ah, Dean ! and you have many foes, 
Behind, before, beneath your nose, — 



102 GAY'S FABLES. 

And fellows very high in station, 

Of high and low denomination, 

Who dread you with a deadly spite 

For what you speak and what you write, — 

Where, between satire and your wit, 

They feel themselves most sorely bit. 

Ah ! can a dunce in church or state 

So overflow with froth and hate ? 

And can a scribbling crew so spurt 

On Pope and Swift, who stand unhurt ? 

Ah ! can it be,, a mighty race 
(For giants may hold power and place) 
Can scandals raise and libels pen 
To prove that they are worthy men? 
They suffered from your pen, 'tis true, 
Therefore you have from them your due. 
You have no friends — be it understood 
Except myself — and wise and good. 
To lay the matter on the table, 
And give it point, I'll tell a fable. 

A bee, who greedy was of gain, 
But wanted parts him to maintain, 
Seeing small rogues by great ones thrive, 
Corruption sowed throughout the hive. 
And as he rose in power and place 
Importance settled on his face ; 
All conscience found with him discredit, 
But impudence the loudest — merit : 
Wealth claimed distinction and found grace, 
But poverty was ever base. 
Eight, law, and industry gave way 
Where'er his selfish rule had sway ; 



THE DEGENERATE BEES. 103 

And so corruption seized the swarm, 

Who plundered underneath his arm. 

Thus he harangued : " Whilst vulgar souls 

Waste life in low mechanic holes, 

Let us scorn drudgery : the drone 

And wasp, whose elegance we own, 

Like gentlemen sport in the rays 

Of sunbeams on all summer days ; 

It were not fitting they should moil, — 

They live upon their neighbour's toil." 

A bee, with indignation warm, 
Stepped forth from the applauding swarm : 

" The laws our native hives protect, 
And for the laws bees hold respect. 
I do not mind your frown; I cry — 
Bees live by honest industry. 
'Twas toil and honest gain to thrive, 
Which gave us an ancestral hive, 
Which gave us our time-honoured dome, 
Bequeathed with store of honeycomb. 
Pursue the self-same road to fame 
By which your fathers won their name : 
But know the road you are pursuing 
Will lead you to the brink of ruin." 

He spoke; but he was only hissed, 
And from his cell forthwith dismissed. 
With him* two other friends resigned, 
Indignant at the Apian mind. 
" These drones, who now oppress the State, 
Proclaim our virtue by their hate," 



Lords Oxford and Bolingbroke, in 1714, are intended. 



104 GAY'S FABLES. 

The exile said; "our honest zeal 

Will serve again the common weal ; 

And we, be sure, shall be replaced, 

When they shall from this hive be chased." 

— ^s^a^ 

FABLE LXI. 
The Pack-Horse and the Carrier. 

( To a Young Nobleman.) 

Begin, my lord, in early youth, 
To bear with, nay encourage, truth. 
And blame me not, for disrespect, 
That I the flatterer's style reject. 

Let Virtue be your first pursuit ; 
Is not the tree known by its fruit? 
Set your great ancestry in view ; 
Honour the title from them due. 
Assert that you are nobly born, 
Viewing ignoble things with scorn. 

My lord, your ancestry had not 
The wealth and heirlooms you have got ; 
Yet was their conscience aye their own, 
Nor ever pandered to the throne. 
With hands by no corruption stained 
They ministerial bribes disdained ; 
They served the Crown, upheld the laws, 
And bore at heart their country's cause: 
So did your sires adorn their name, 
And raised the title unto fame. 



PACK-HOBSE AND CAERIEK. 105 

My lord, 'tis not permitted you 
To do what humbler men may do. 
You may not be a dunce : your post 
Is foremost, and before the host. 
You may not serve a private end ; 
To jobs you may not condescend; 
As from obscurity exempt, 
So are you open to contempt. 
Your name alone descends by birth, 
Your fame is consequent on worth ; 
Nor deem a coronet can hide 
Folly or overweening pride : 
Learning, by toil and study won, 
Was ne'er entailed from sire to son. 
If you degenerate from your race, 
Its merit heightens your disgrace. 

A carrier, at night and morn, 
Watched while his horses ate their corn : 
It sunk the ostler's vales, 'tis true ; 
But then his horses got their due. 
It were as well, in some like cases, 
If Ministers watched over places. 

And as he stood, the manger minding, 
And heard the teeth continue grinding, 
There was a racket ; for a pack-horse 
Foamed at the mouth, and was in rack hoarse. 

" Why, zounds ! " he cried ; " where have I got ? 
Is, then, my high descent forgot ? 
Must I endure the vile attacks 
Of carriers' drudges — common hacks ? 
May Eoan and Dobbin poke their noses 
In cribs where my great nose reposes? 



106 GAY'S FABLES. 

Good gracious me ! why, here's old Ball ! — 

No longer sacred is the stall. 

I see Democracy and Devil 

Will soon put all upon one level. 

We have not been of race of Could-would,. 

x\t Epsom, Newmarket, and Goodwood; 

Nor, by Dame Truth ! I vow and pledge her, 

Are we unknown at the St. Leger. 

Unnumbered are our triumphs, told; 

Unnumbered are the cups we hold; 

Unnumbered are our laurels won ; 

And am I to be put upon 

By carrier- nags of low degree ? 

Fortune, do not let it be ! " 

" You stupid blockhead ! " said the carrier ; 
" 'Twixt you and us there is no barrier. 
Your headstrong youth and wilful heart 
Eeduced you to a servile part ; 
And every carrier on the road 
Avers your oats are ill-bestowed. 
But, know that you do not inherit 
From dam or sire any merit. 
We give your ancestors their due, 
But any ass is good as you. 
As you are asinine and crass, 
So do we treat you — as an ass." 



—a-s^a 



PAN AND FORTUNE. 107 

FABLE LXIL 
Pan and Fortune. 

(To a Young Heir.) 

No sooner was thy father's death 
Proclaimed to some, with bated breath, 
Than every gambler was agog 
To win your rents and gorge your prog. 

One counted how much income clear 
You had in " ready " — by the year. 

Another cast his eyelid dark 
Over the mansion and the park. 
Some weighed the jewels and the plate, 
And all the unentailed estate : 
So much in land from mortgage free, 
So much in personality. 

Would you to highwaymen abroad 
Display your treasures on the road ? 
Would you abet their raid of stealth 
By the display of hoarded wealth ? 
And are you yet with blacklegs fain 
With loaded dice to throw a main? 
It is not charity — for shame ! 
The rascals look on you as game. 
And you — you feed the rogues with bread — 
By you rascality is fed. 
Nay, more, you of the gallows cheat 
The scoundrels who would be its meat. 
The risks of the highway they shun, 
Having your rents to prey upon. 



108 GAY ? S FABLES. 

Consider, ere you lose the bet, 
That you might pay your duns and debt. 
Consider, as the dice-box rattles, 
Your honour and unpaid for chattels. 
Think of to-morrow and its duns ; 
Usurious interest, how it runs ; 
And scoundrel sharpers, how they cheat you. 
Think of your honour, I entreat you. 

Look round, and see the wreck of play, — 
Estate and honour thrown away : 
Their one time owner, unconfined, 
Wanders in equal wreck of mind, 
Or tries to learn the trade by which 
He ruined fell, and so grow rich : 
But failing there, for want of cunning, 
Subsists on charity by dunning. 
Ah ! you will find this maxim true : — 
il Fools are the game which knaves pursue." 

And now the sylvans groan : the wood 
Must make the gamester's losses good. 
The antique oaks, the stately elms, 
One common ruin overwhelms. 
The brawny arms of boor and clown 
Cast with the axe their honours down, 
With Echo's repetitive sounds 
Complaining of the raided bounds. 

Pan dropt a tear, he hung his head, 
To see such desolation spread. 
He said: " To slugs I hatred bear, 
To locusts that devour the ear, 
To caterpillars, fly, and lice ; 
But what are they to cursed dice? . 



PAN AND FORTUNE. 109 

Or what to cards ? A bet is made, 
Which ruin is to mount or glade ; 
My glory and my realm defaced, 
And my best regions run to waste. 
It is that hag's — that Fortune's — doing : 
She ever meditates my ruin. 
False, fickle jade ! who more devours 
Than frost, in merry May, eats flowers." 

But Fortune heard Pan railing thus. 
" Old Pan," said Fortune, s " what 's this fuss? 
Am I the patroness of dice ? 
Is not she our fair cousin, Vice ? 
Do I cog dice or mark the cards ? 
Do gamesters offer me regards ? 
They trust to their own fingers' ends : 
On Vice, not me, the game depends. 
So would I save the fools, if they 
Would not defy my rule by play. 
They worship Folly, — and the knaves 
Own all her votaries for slaves. 
They cast their elm and oak trees low : 
'Tis Folly,— Folly is thy foe. 
Dear Pan, then do not rail on me : 
I would have saved him every tree." 



FABLE LXIII. 

Plutus, Cupid, and Time. 

Of all the burthens mortals bear 
Time is most galling acd severe ; 



110 GAY'S FABLES. 

Beneath his grievous load oppressed 
We daily meet a man distressed : 
" I've breakfasted, and what to do 
I do not know; we dine at two." 
He takes a pamphlet or the papers, 
But neither can dispel his vapours ; 
He raps his snuff-box, hums an air, 
He lolls, or changes now his chair, 
He sips his tea, or bites his nails, 
Then finds a chum, and then bewails 
Unto his sympathising ear 
The burthen they have both to bear. 

" I wish all hours were post meridiem" 
Said Tom ; " so that I were well rid of 'm. 
Why won't men play piquet and ombre 
Before the evening hour grows sombre ? 
The women do it, — play quadrille 
Morning and evening when they will. 
They cast away the spleen and vapours 
By daylight as by midnight tapers.'' 
" My case is different," said Will ; 
" I have the means, but lack the skill : 
I am a courtier, in attendance, 
And sleep the time out in dependence. 
I should have been until the dark, 
But for this rain now, in the park, 
And then at court, till coming night 
Puts court and all my cares to flight. 
Then comes my dinner : then away 
From wine unto the stupid play 
Till ten o'clock ; and then assemblies. 
And so my time, which you contemn, flies. 



PLUTUS, CUPID, AND TIME. HI 

I like to ramble midst the fair, 
And nothing I find vexes there, — 
Save that time flies : and then the club 
Gives men their supper and their rub. 
And there we all enjoy ourselves, 
Till slumber lays us on her shelves." 

My worthy friends, Time which devours, 
Eats up the demons — passing hours : 
Were you to books or business bred, 
Too fleetly, then, would they be sped ; 
For time is fugitive as air. 
Now lay aside your spleen or care, 
And listen unto me and fable — 
That is to say, if you are able. 

Plutus, one morn, met Master Cupid ; 
They stood a moment, as though stupid, 
Until they recognised each other. 
They complimented with some pother, 
When Time overtook them in his walk, 
And then all three fell into talk 
Of what each one had done for man. 
And Plutus, purse-proud, he began : 

"Let kings or cobblers, for that matter, 
Tell of the gifts which we bespatter ; 
Deem ye, that loyalty encumbers 
The congregated courtly numbers ? 
Be undeceived : the strongest hold 
Man has on fellow-man is gold ! 
Knaves have led senates, swayed debates, 
Enriched themselves, and beggared states. 
Flatter yourselves no more: 'tis riches — 
The depth of pocket of the breeches — 



112 GAY'S FABLES. 

That rules the roast. Unhappy wight 
Is the poor soul with pocket light ; 
His solitary day descends, 
Quite unencumbered by his friends." 

" Of human hearts, and of their yearnings," 
Said Cupid, " I have some discernings ; 
And own the power of gold. Its power, 
Added to beauty as its dower, 
Has oftentimes — there's no disputing — 
Added a charm, was passed confuting. 
Ay — marriage, as has been professed, 
Is but a money-job at best; 
But not so hearts, and not so love, — 
They are the power of gold above. 
Those who have true love known and tried, 
Have every pettier want defied ; 
They nestle, and, beneath the storm, 
In their own love lie snug and warm. 
They every selfish feeling smother, 
And one lives only for the other." 

Then Time, who pulled his forelock, said : 
" To love and money man is wed, 
And very apt are both to flout me; 
And, if they could, would do without me. 
Fools ! I supply the vital space 
In which they move, and run their race ; 
Without me they would be a dream. 
Behold the miser! does he deem 
Those hoards are his? So long — no more — 
Than I am with him, is the store. 
Soon from him as I pass away, 
His heir will lavish them with play. 



PLUTUS, CUPID, AND TIME. 113 

To arts and learning, matins' chime, 
Vespers and midnight, seizing time, 
I never know an idle hour — 
Love not more fugitive in bower. 
But I have heard coquettes complain 
That they have let the seasons wane, 
Nor caught me in my flight; and sorrowed 
To see the springtide was but borrowed — 
Not permanent — and so had wasted 
The tide of joy they never tasted. 
But myriads have their time employed, 
And myriads have their time enjoyed. 
Why then are mortals heedless grown, 
Nor care to make each hour their own ? 
They should beware how we may sever, 
At unawares, once and for ever ! " 

Cupid and Plutus understood 
Old Time was man's supremest good : 
To him they yielded, and confessed 
Time is of godlike blessings — best. 

FABLE LXIV. 

Owl, Swan, Cock, Spider, Ass, and Farmer, 

{To a Mother.) 

Yes, I have seen your eyes maternal 
Beam, as beam forth the stars eternal, 
Intercommuning of your joys — 
Sayings and doings of your boys. 

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Hi GAY'S FABLES. 

Nature, in body and in mind, 
Has been to them profusely kind ; 
It now remains to do your part, 
To sow good morals in the heart. 
None other, as a mother can, 
Can form and educate the man. 
Perhaps now you anticipate 
In youth unknown each future state. 
The Church, the Navy, and the Bar, 
I censure not : such choices are 
Precarious truly in the event; 
Yet ere we give a last assent, 
We should remember nor destroy 
The latent genius in the boy. 

Martial relates — a father once 
Wrote thus about his boy, a dunce : 
" You know I've stuck at no expense 
To train the lad, and rouse his sense ; 
To me it seems he backward goes 
Like to a crab — for aught he knows. 
My friend, advise me what to do." 
And Martial thus replied in few : 
" Make him a grazier or a drover, 
And let him dwell in rural clover." 
'Tis doubtful if the father heard 
This answer — he returned no word. 

The urchin, wanting wit, is sent 
To school to grow impertinent ; 
To college next; which left, ho blunders 
In law, or military thunders ; 
Or, if by medical degree, 
The sexton shares the doctor's fee, 



OWL, SWAN, COCK, SPIDEE, ASS, AND FAEMEE. 115 

Or, if for orders passed, as full fit, 

He only potters from the pulpit, 

We see that Nature has been foiled 

Of her intent — a tradesman spoiled. 

And even so do Ministers 

Keward with places human burrs ; 

For it is very meet and fit 

They should reward their kinsman's wit. 

Are such times past ? Does merit now 

In a due course and channel flow ? 

Distinguished in their posts, do we 

Worth and desert rewarded see ? 

Survey the reverend bench, and spy 

If patrons choose by piety ? 

Is honesty, disgraced and poor, 

Distinct from what it was of yore ? 

And are all offices no longer 

Granted unto the rich and stronger? 

And are they never held by sparks, 

With all the business done by clerks ? 

Do we, now, never contemplate 

Appointments such, in Church and State? 

And is there in no post a hobbler, 

Who should have been, by right, a cobbler? 

Patrons, consider such creations 

Expose yourselves and your relations; 

You should, as parents to the nation, 

Ponder upon such nomination — 

And know, whene'er you wield a trust, 

Your judgment ever should be just. 

An owl of magisterial air, 
Of solemn aspect, filled the chair; 

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116 GAY'S FABLES. 

And, with the port of human race, 

Wore wisdom written on his face. 

He from the flippant world retired, 

And in a barn himself admired ; 

And, like an ancient sage, concealed 

The follies foppish life revealed. 

He pondered o'er black-lettered pages 

Of old philosophers and sages — 

Of Xenophon, and of the feat 

Of the ten thousand in retreat ; 

Pondered o'er Plutarch and o'er Plato, 

On Scipio, Socrates, and Cato. 

But what most roused the bird's conceit, 

Was Athens — academic seat — 

From which he thought himself descended. 

He an academy attended, 

And learnt by rote dogmatic rules ; 

And, with trite sentences for tools, 

He opened an academy — 

Himself the 3f agister to be : 

And it won fame. The stately swan 

There sent her son and heir ; her son 

Dame Partlet sent ; and Mister Spider, 

Who in mechanics levelled wider; 

And Sir John Asinus, with hopes 

On music, metaphors, and tropes. 

With years, their education done 

And life before them to be run, 

The mothers Dr. Owl consulted 

On their career — and this resulted : 

The swan was to the army sent ; 

The cock unto the navy went; 



COOKMAID, TUBNSPIT, AND OX. 117 

The spider went to Court ; and Neddy 
For Handel's music was made ready. 
They played their parts, the public railed : 
They, spite of education, failed. 

" You blockhead ! " said an honest farmer, 
Who grew with indignation warmer, 
" You are an owl : and are as blind, 
As parents, to the youthful mind. 
Had you with judgment judged, the swan 
Had his career in n antics ran ; 
The cock had played the soldier's part. 
The spider plied the weaver's art; 
And for the donkey, dull and crass, 
You should have let him be an ass. 



FABLE LXY. 

Cookmaid, Turnspit, and Ox. 

{To a Poor Man.) 

Consider man in every sphere, 
Then answer, — Is your lot severe ?' 
Is God unjust ? You would be fed : 
I grant you have to toil for bread. 
Your wants are plainly to you known, 
So every mortal feels his own ; 
Nor would I dare to say I knew, 
'Midst men, one happier man than you, 

Adam in Paradise was lone; 
With Eve was first transgression known; 



118 GAY'S FABLES. 

And thus they fell, and thus disgrace 
Entailed the curse on human race. 

When Philip's son, by glory fired, 
The empire of the world desired, 
He wept to find the course he ran — 
Despite of altars — was of man. 
So avaricious hopes are checked, 
And so proud man may lack respect ; 
And so ambition may be foiled 
Of the reward for which it moiled. 
The wealthy surfeit of their wealth, 
Grudging the ploughman's strength and health. 
The man, who weds the loveliest wife, 
Weds, with her loveliness, much strife. 
One wants an heir: another rails 
Upon his heirs and the entails. 
Another — but can'st thou discern 
Envies and jealousies that burn ? 
Bid them avaunt ! and say you have 
Blessings unknown, which others crave. 

" Where is the turnspit ? Bob is gone, 
And dinner must be drest by one : 
Where is that cur — (and I am loth 
To say that Betty swore an oath) — 
The sirloin's spoiled ; I'll give it him ! " — 
And Betty did look fierce and grim. 
Bob, who saw mischief in her eye, 
Avoided her — approaching nigh; 
He feared the broomstick, too, with physics 
As dread as Betty's metaphysics. 

" What star did at my birth preside, 
That I should be born-slave ? " he sighed : 



COOKMAID, TUENSPIT, AND OX. 119 

" To tread that spit, of horrid sound — 
Inglorious task — to which no hound, 
That ever I knew, was abased. 
Whence is my line and lineage traced ? 
I would that I had been professed 
A lap-dog, by some dame caressed : 
I would I had been born a spaniel, 
Sagacious nostrilled, and called Daniel : 
I would I had been born a lion, 
Although I scorn a feline scion : 
I would I had been born of woman, 
And free from servitude — as human ; 
My lot had then been, I discern, fit, 
And not, as now, a wretched turnspit." 

An ox replied, who heard this whine : 
" Dare you at partial fate repine ? 
Behold me, now beneath the goad, 
And now beneath the waggon's load; 
Now ploughing the tenacious plain, 
And housing now the yellow grain. 
Yet I without a murmur bear 
These various labours of the year. 
Yet come it will, the day decreed 
By fates, when I am doomed to bleed: 
And you, by duties of your post, 
Must turn the spit when I must roast; 
And to repay your currish moans 
Will have the pickings of my bones." 

The turnspit answered : " Superficial 
Has been my gaze on poor and rich, all. 
What, do the mighty ones then bear 
Their load of carking grief and care ? 



1 20 GAY'S FABLES. 

And man perhaps — ah, goodness knows !- 
May have his share of pains and woes." 

So saying, with contented look, 
Bob wagged his tail, and followed cook. 

— ^=5^s^-— 

FABLE LXVI. 
The Haven, Sexton, and Woem. 

(To Laura.) 

My Laura, your rebukes are prudish ; 
For although flattery is rudish, 
Yet deference, not more than just, 
May be received without disgust. 
Am I a privilege denied 
Assumed by every tongue beside ? 
And are you, fair and feminine, 
Prone to reject a verse benign? 
And is it an offence to tell 
A fact which all mankind knows well ? 
Or with a poet's hand to trace 
The beaming lustre of your face ? 
Nor tell in metaphor my tale, 
How the moon makes the planets pale ? 
I check my song; and only gaze, 
Admiring what I may not praise. 

If you reject my tribute due, 
I'll moralise — despite of you. 
To moralise a theme is duty : 
My muse shall moralise of beauty. 



RAVEN, SEXTON, AND WORM. 121 

Amidst the galaxy of fair, 
Who do not moralise, the ear 
Might be offended to be told 
That beauty ever can grow old. 
Though you by age must lose much more 
Than ever beauty lost before, 
You will regard it, when 'tis flown, 
As if it ne'er had been your own. 
Were you by Antoninus taught ? 
Or is it native strength of thought, 
To view with such an equal mind 
The fleeting bloom to doom consigned. 
Those eyes, in truth, are only clay : 
As diamonds, e'en so are they. 
And what is beauty in her power? 
The tyrant of the passing hour. 
How baseless is all human pride? 
Naught have we whereon to confide. 
Why lose we life in anxious cares, 
And lay up hoards for future years? 
Or can they cheer the sick, or buy 
One hour of breath to those who die ? 
For what is beauty but a flower. 
Grass of the field, which lives its hour ? 
And what of lordly man the sway, 
The tyrant of the passing day ? 

The laws of nature hold their reign 
O'er man throughout her whole domain. 
The monarch of long regal line 
Possesses dust as frail as mine : 
Nor can he any more than I 
Fever or restless pains defy. 



122 GAY'S FABLES. 

Nor can lie, more than I, delay 
The mortal period of his day. 

Then let my muse remember aye 
Beauty and grandeur still are clay. 
The king and beggar in the tomb 
Commingling in the dust and doom. 

Upon a venerable yew, 
Which in the village churchyard grew, 
Two ravens sat. With solemn croak 
Thus to his mate a raven spoke : — 

" Ah ! ah ! I scent upon the blast 
The odour of some flesh at last. 
Huzza ! it is old Dobbin's steed, 
On which we daintily shall feed. 
I know the scent of divers courses, 
And own the present as a horse's." 

A sexton, busy at his trade, 
Paused, to hear more, upon his spade ; 
For death was puzzled in his brain 
With sexton fees and sexton gain. 

He spoke, and said : " You blundering fowls, 
Nought better in your scent than owls: 
It is the squire of Hawthorn Hall, 
Who now is lying under pall. 
I dig his grave ; — a pretty bit 
Of work it is — though I say it. 
A horse's ! Ah! come out of that; 
Yet needs must own that squire was fat. 
What then ? Do you birds make pretence 
To smelling — which is a fifth sense — 
And yet your sense of smell so coarse is 
You can't distinguish man and horse's ? " 



RAVEN, SEXTON, AND WORM. 123 

" I," said the bird, " did not intend 
To do you disrespect, my friend: 
Indeed, we no reflection meant 
By such similitude of scent. 
The Arabs— epicures — will feed, 
Preferring it to all, on steed ; 
As Britons, of your proper brood, 
Think venison to be mighty good. 

The sexton roared with indignation, 
And spoke, methinks, about salvation ; 
At any rate, his rage to carry on, 
He called the ravens brutes and carrion ! 
The situation of the foes 
Prevented they should come to blows; 
But for revilings vile, as friends — 
They banded words, to gain their ends. 

" Hold ! " said the raven, " human pride 
Cannot by reason be defied. 
The point is knotty ; tastes may err : 
Kefer it to some connoisseur." 

And, as he spoke, a worm unrolled 
His monstrous volumes from the mould; 
They chose him for the referee, 
And on the pleadings they agree. 

The earthworm, with a solemn face, 
Keviewed the features of the case : 
" For I," said he, " have doubtless dined 
On carcases of every kind; 
Have fed on man, fowl, beast, and fish, 
And know the flavour of each dish. 
A glutton is the worst : for the rest 
'Tis difficult to tell the best. 



124 TOWN MOUSE AND COUNTRY MOUSE. 

If I were man, I would not strive 

Upon this question, — man alive ! 

With other points to win applause : 

The King who gives his people laws 

Unto the people, who obey them ; 

And, though at last Death comes to slay them, 

Yet were the noble souls and good 

Never resigned to worms for food. 

Virtue distinguishes mankind, — 

Immortal is the soul and mind ; 

And that, which is not buried here, 

Mounts somewhere ; but I know not where ! 

So good man sexton, since the case 

Appears with such a dubious face, 

Excuse me, if I can't determine 

What different tastes suit different vermin ! " 



The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse. 

jfflsop, Babrius, Horace, Prior, 
and Pope. 

Our friend Dan Prior had, you know, 
A tale exactly a propos ; 
Name a town life — and, in a trice, 
He had a story of two mice. 

Once oil a time (so runs the fable) 
A country mouse — right hospitable — 
Eeceived a town mouse at his board, 
Just as a farmer might a lord. 
A frugal mouse upon the whole, 
Yet loved his friend, and had a soul; 



TOWN MOUSE AND COUNTRY MOUSE. 125 

Knew what was handsome, and would do % 
On just occasion coute qui coute. 
He brought him bacon nothing lean, 
Pudding that might have pleased a Dean ; 
Cheese, such as men of Suffolk make, 
But wished it Stilton for his sake. 
Yet to his guest by no means sparing, 
He munched himself the rind and paring. 
Our courtier scarce could touch a bit, 
But showed his breeding and his wit, 
And did his best to seem to eat — 
And said : " I vow you're mighty neat ; 
But, my dear friend, this savage scene! — 
I pray you come and live with men. 
Consider mice, like men, must die ; 
Then crop the rosy hours that fly." 

The veriest hermit in the nation 
May yield, all know, to strong temptation : 
Away they went, through thick and thin, 
To a tall house near Lincoln's Inn. 
The moonbeam fell upon the wall, 
And tipped with silver roof and all, — 
Palladian walls, Venetian doors, 
Grotesco roofs and stucco floors ; 
And, let it in one word be said, 
The moon was up — the men abed — 
The guests withdrawn had left, though late, 
When down the mice sat tete a tete. 

Our courtier walks from dish to dish, 
And tastes of flesh, and fowl, and fish ; 
Tells all their names, lays down the law, 

" Que ga est bon ! Ah, goutez ga ! 



126 MAGPIE A^D her brood. 

That jelly's rich, this malmsey's healing, 
Pray dip your whiskers and your tail in ! " 
Was ever such a happy swain — 
He stuffs, and sips, and stuffs again ! 

" I'm quite ashamed— 'tis mighty rude 
To eat so much— all is so good." 
But as he spoke, bounce from the hall 
Bushed chaplain, butler, dogs, and all. 
Oh! for the heart of Homer's mice 
Or gods, to save them in a trice ; 
It w^as by miracle they think, 
For Eoman stucco has no chink. 

" But, please your honour," said the peasant, 
" This same dessert is not so pleasant : 
Give me again my hollow tree, 
A crust of bread, and liberty ! " 



The Magpie and her Brood. 

From the Tales of Bonaventura des Periers, Servant to Margueriti 
of Valois, Queen of Navarre, By Horace Lord Orford. 

How anxious is the pensive parents' thought, 

How blest the lot of fondlings, early taught ; 

Joy strings her hours on pleasure's golden twine, 

And fancy forms it to an endless line. 

But ah ! the charm must cease, or soon or late, 

When chicks and misses rise to woman's state : 

The little tyrant grows in turn a slave, 

And feels the soft anxiety she gave. 

This truth, my pretty friend, an ancient sage, 

Who wrote in tale and legend many a page, 



MAGPIE AND HER BROOD. 127 

Couch'd in that age's unaffected guise, 
When fables were the wisdom of the wise. 
To careless notes I've tuned his Gothic style, 
Content, if you approve, and Laura smile. 

Once on a time a magpie led 

Her little family from home, 
To teach them how to win their bread, 

When she afar would roam : 
She pointed to each worm and fly, 
Inhabitants of earth and sky, 

Or where the beetle buzzed, she called ; 
But indications all were vain, — 
They would not budge — the urchin train, 

But cawed, and cried, and squalled ; 
They wanted to return to nest, 
To nestle to mamma's warm breast, 
And thought that she should seek the meat 
Which they were only born to eat — 

But Madge knew better things : 
" My loves," said she, " behold the plains, 
Where stores of food, where plenty reigns; 
I was not half so big as you, 
When me my honoured mother drew 

Forth to the groves and springs — 
She flew away, before aright 
I knew to read or knew to write, 

Yet I made shift to live : 
So must you too — come, hop away — 
Get what you can — steal what you may, 

For industry will thrive." 
" But, bless us ! " cried the peevish chits, 
" Can babes like us live by our wits ? 



128 MAGPIE AND HER BROOD. 

With perils compassed round, can we 
Preserve our lives and liberty? 
Ah ! how escape the fowler's snare, 
And gard'ner with his gun in air, 
Who, if we pilfer plums or pears, 
Will scatter lead about our ears ? 
And you would drop a mournful head 
To see your little pies lie dead ! " 

" My dears," she said, and kissed their bills, 
" The wise by foresight baffle ills, 
A wise descent you claim; 
To bang a gun off takes some time,— 
A man must load, a man must prime, 

A man must take an aim — 
He lifts the tube, he shuts one eye, — 
'Twill then be time enough to fly ; 
You, out of reach, may laugh and chatter: 
To cheat a man is no great matter." 

" Ay, but"— "But what?" "Why, if the clown 
Should take a stone to knock us down ? " 

" Why, if he do — you flats ! 
Must he not stoop to raise the stone ? 
The stooping warns you to be gone; 

Birds are not killed like cats." 

u But, dear mamma, we yet are scared, 
The rogue, you know, may come prepared 
A big stone in his fist ! " 

" Indeed, my darlings," Madge replies, 
" If you already are so wise : 

Go, cater where you list." 



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THE THKEE WAKNINGS. 

Mrs. Thrale. 

The tree of deepest root is bound 
With most tenacity to earth; 

a Twas therefore thought by ancient sages, 

That with the ills of life's last stages 
The love of life increased, with dearth 
Of fibres rooting it to ground. 

It was young Dobson's wedding-day, 
Death summoned him, the happy groom, 
Into a sombre private room, 

From marriage revelries away ; 
And, looking very grave, said he : 
" Young Dobson, you must go with me." 

"Not if I know it," Dobson cried; 

"What! leave my Susan, — quit my bride? 
I shan't do any such a thing ; 

Besides I'm not at all prepared, — 
My thoughts are all upon the wing. 

I'm not the fellow to be scared, 
Old Death, by you and those pale awnings : 
I have a right to my three warnings." 
And Death, who saw that of the jobs on 
His hand, just then, tough was this Dobson, 

Agreed to go and come again; 
So, as he re-adjusted awnings 
About his brows, agreed three warnings 

Should be allowed ; and Dobson, fain 

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130 THE THREE WARNINGS. 

To go back to the feast, agreed 

Next time to do as was decreed : 

And so they parted, with by-byes, 

And " humble servants," " sirs," and " I's." 

And years ran by right cheerily : 
Susan was good, and children three, — 
All comforts of his days— they reared; 
So Dobson tumbled, unawares, 
Upon the bourn of fourscore years, 

And Death . then reappeared — 
And Dobson said, with look of wonder, 
'• Holloa, old Death — another blunder ! 

You may go back again : you see 

You promised me three warnings — three ; 
Keep word of honour, Death ! " 
"Ay, ay," said Death, and raised his veil, 
" I'm joyed to see you stout and hale ; 
I'm glad to see you so well able 
To stump about from farm to stable, 

All right in limb and breath." 
" So, so — so, so ! " — old Dobson sighed — 
" A little lame though." Death replied : 
"Ay, lame; but then you have your sight?" 

But Dobson said — " Not quite, not quite." 
" Not quite ; but still you have your hearing ? " 
But Dobson said, " Past all repairing, 

Ears gone downright ! " 
Death on his brow then dropped the awnings, 
And said — " Friend you can't stay behind : 
If you are lame, and deaf, and blind, 
You have had your three sufficient warnings." 



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POSTSCEIPT. 



The moralist, my dear niece, has said that — 

" The man of sense will read a work of note 
In the like humour as the author wrote." 
To which end we must try to identify the reign of King 
George I. and the manners of that era with these fables ; 
for manners change with every age, and every age has its 
transitions of political and social manners : 

"Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, 
Tenets with books, and principles with times." 
It was in the era of the two first Gecrges that Gay wrote and 
applied these fables, filled with diatribes against ministers, 
courtiers, and misers, and inveighing against court corruption 
and bribery. 

It was a period of transition, such as had before occurred, 
from feudal to monarchial, and now from monarchial to 
ministerial rule. We had entered into another phase — one 
of civil and religious liberty ; but, at the same time, the royal 
court was a scene devoid of any graces : the kings could not 
speak our language, and their feminine favourites were the 
reverse of fair or virtuous ; whilst domestic hate ruled in 
the palace. Power then ran into a new groove of corruption 
and bribery ; and the scene, vile in itself, was made viler by 
exaggeration and the retaliations of one political party on 
the other, whilst either side was equally lauded by its own 
party. Therefore we may reasonably conclude that matters 
were not so bad as they were painted, and moreover that it 
was but a change and transition of evils, to play a part and 
disappear. The advent of the third George to the throne, 

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132 POSTSCRIPT. 

and the rigid integrity of the first and second Pitt, reversed 
the story as read in these fables ; the court became pure, the 
king true, the ministers honest, and the nation progressed 
from the miserable peace of Utrecht, in 1714, to the proud 
position we held on its centenary at Vienna, in 1814. We 
may grant, then, that Gay had reason on his side when he 
inveighed so bitterly against courts and kings ; and, granting 
that, we may recognise the amelioration of the court of the 
present day, wholly free from corruption and presenting a 
school to be followed rather than contemned. 

In the fable of the ' Degenerate Bees,' Gay takes the part of 
the Tory ministry, — Oxford, Bolingbroke, Dean Swift, and 
Mat. Prior ; and in the 'Ant in Office ' he alludes to a Whig 
minister of that day. We must not be too hard on ministers. 
Kings and the nation have been open to bribes and assenting 
to French diplomacy, — 

" When policy regained what arms had lost." 
Louis XI. purchased the retreat of Edward IV. in 1475, 
when he seized on the domains of King Bene — Provence, 
Anjou, Maine, Touraine, and Lorraine, and Burgundy from 
the domains of Charles the Bold ; when we abandoned our 
blood allies for bribes. Again, in 1681, Charles II. was the 
pensioner of Louis XIV., when Louis seized on Strasbourg. 
William III. reluctantly let it pass at the peace and treaty 
of Byswick, which Louis dictated ; and it was very basely 
abandoned by us at the peace of Utrecht, in 1714, when we 
abandoned our ally the emperor, and the degenerate Bees of 
the fable suffered exile and the Tower, barely escaping death 
from the indignant nation. Again, in the treaty of Vienna, 
1814, we sacrificed the interests of Austria to France, in 
ceding to the latter the pillaged counties of the Mussin anc 1 
of Alsace. Finding, therefore, like results from wholly 



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different causes, we must not be extreme to judge, but, with 
Gay, admit the ministers of 1714 to grace, for they only then 
did what we sanctioned in 1814, and which 1870 sees 
righted, and the German towns restored to Germany. 

I am now rounding off half a century in which I have 
wandered in this wilderness of a world, and in all that time 
I have never known, or heard of, corruption in a minister of 
state. I have seen and known many fall untimely to 
ministerial labours and responsibility. Walking through 
the streets and squares we may behold the noble brows of 
Pitt, Canning, Lord George Bentinck, Sir Eobert Peel, Lord 
Palmerston — men " on whose brows shame is ashamed to 
sit " — and, we might add, another Canning, a Follett, Sir 
George Lewis, and a hecatomb of Colonial rulers, who have 
died, overtasked by toil and responsibility; but in all that 
time we have never heard a minister accused of corruption, 
or building palaces, or making a fortune from public treasure. 
Corruption, if so it may still be termed, has taken another 
phase ; it has bowed its head and courted democracy, like to 
the Eoman king, Ancus Martius, "nimium gaudens popu- 
laribus auris" — cringing to popular suffrage — to ride into 
place and power, by granting measures momentarily floating 
uppermost, and suffering the tail to guide the head, as did 
the snake in iEsop's fable. We attained the height of 
grandeur of 1814 under the guidance of the head, and we 
are now upon our trial of democratical government, and 
whether it be equal to the old. Under such auspices 
commerce has been the petted minion of the last thirty years. 
Not the native forest tree of Pitt, Huskisson, and Canning, 
but the hot-bed plant of the advocates of a predominant trade. 
No British statesman ever dreamt of restricting commerce, 
— which ever was the bond of unity of nations ; but we have 



134 POSTSCRIPT. 

sunk every interest at home to swell the exports and imports, 
to make Britain wliat Egypt was in the days of the patri- 
arch — the storehouse of the world. Egypt and England 
both prt their agriculturists to pain, and the rural population 
to serfdom ; but they only exchange the stable basis of well- 
being for an unstable one, for commerce is proverbially of a 
fleeting nature. 

The age in which Gay wrote was eminently what we now 
designate as conservative. Excise was hateful then ; as 
customs are denounced now, so home taxation was de- 
nounced then. So wonderfully do systems change, that in 
the monthly table of the revenue of this period (December, 
1870), the customs do not raise one-third of the revenue, of 
which the other two-thirds are raised by home taxation. 

From ministers proceed we to the misers. I doubt whether 
any domestic changes have wrought so great an amelioration 
in our well-being as banks and banking. It Las saved us 
from burglars ; it has, by cheques, redeemed us from the 
tyranny of tradesmen's books. It has put personal property 
on a stronger foundation than it held, and the banker keeps 
an excellent private account, gratuitously, of your receipts 
and expenditure. The trouble that the j)ossession of gold 
gave to its possessor before this wonderful institution was 
brought to bear, may be told by a few instances of divers 
epochs. There is a tale of a man who was supposed to have 
discovered the treasures of Croesus, in the treasury — such as 
is shown now at Mycenae and Orchomenos as the treasuries 
of old. The hero of the tale having discovered the crypt 
and its hoard, built another, and spent half of his life in 
secretly removing the treasures of Croesus to his new 
treasury; which was no sooner a deed accomplished than he 
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he spent an equal amount of years in secretly restoring the 
treasures to their original crypt, where doubtless they are 
now, for he died whilst he was the slave to the gold. 
Herodotus has stories quite as marvellous as this, of the 
fortunate finder of the treasures of Croesus. But our friend 
Mr. Pepys — who, I believe, has given us more amusement 
than any other Englishman, be he whom he may — is more 
amusing and instructive. His story is written in 1667, the 
year after the fire of London, and whilst the invasion of the 
Dutch was apprehended, and we will see how Mr. Pepys 
fulfilled the adage of "as much trouble as all my money." 
On 30th March, 1666, we find him write : — "I to Lombard 
St., and there received 2200/., and brought it home, and, 
contrary to expectation, received 35Z. for the use of 2000/. 
of it for a quarter of a year, where it hath produced me this 
profit, and hath been a conveniency to me as to care and 
security at my house, and demandable at two days' warning, 
as this has been." 

On 12th November : — " This day I received 450 pieces of 
gold, which cost me 22 ^c/. change. But I am well contented 
with it, I having now nearly 2800/. in gold, and will not rest 
till I get full 3000Z." But on the 13th June, 1667, on the 
sad news of the taking of the ' Eoyal Charles, 5 and sinking 
ships at Barking Creek, " put me into such a fear, that 
I presently resolved of my father's and wife's going into the 
country ; and at two hours' warning they did go by the coach 
this day with 1300Z. in gold in their night-bag. Pray God 
give them good passage, and good care to hide it when they 
come home ! But my heart is full of fear. They gone, I 
continued in frights and fear what to do with the rest." 

And on the 10th October, when the Dutch were gone, we 
read : — " Up, and to walk up and down in the garden with 



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my father, to talk of all our concernments : about a husband 

for my sister, whereof there is at present no appearance ; but 

we must endeavour to find her one now, for she grows old 

and ugly. My father and I with a dark lantern, it being 

now light, into the garden with my wife, and . there went 

about our great work to dig up my gold. But, Lord, what a 

tosse I was for some time in, that they could not justly tell 

where it was : but by-and-bye, poking with a spit, we found 

it, and then began with a spudd. But, good God ! to see 

how sillily they did it, not half a foot under ground, and in 

the sight of the world from a hundred places, and within 

sight of a neighbour's window. Only my father says that he 

saw them all gone to church before he began the work when 

he laid the money. But I was out of my wits almost, and 

the more from that, upon my lifting the earth with my spudd, 

I did discern that I had scattered the pieces of gold in the 

loose earth, and, taking up the iron head-pieces whereon 

they were put, I perceived the earth had gotten among the 

gold, and wet, so that the bags were all rotten and notes ; so 

that I could not tell what in the world to say to it, not 

knowing how to judge what was wanting, or what had been 

lost by Gibson in his journey down, which, all put together, 

did make me mad. And at last I was obliged to take up the 

pieces, dirt and all, by candle-light, and carry them into my 

brother's chamber, and there lock them up, whilst I eat a 

little supper ; and then, all people going to bed, William 

Hewer and I did, all alone, with pails of water and besoms, 

wash the dirt off the pieces, and then began to tell them, by 

a note which I had of the value of the whole in my pocket, 

and do find that there was short above a hundred pieces, 

which did make me mad So William Hewer and I 

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make shift to gather forty pieces more ; and so to bed, and 
there lay in some disquiet until daylight. 11th. — And then 
William Hewer and I, with pails and a sieve, did lock our- 
selves into the garden, and did gather the earth and then sift 
those pails in one of the summer-houses (just as they do for 
diamonds in other parts), and there, to our great content did, 
by nine o'clock, make the last night's forty-five up to seventy- 
nine ; so that we are come to some twenty or thirty of what I 
think the true number should be. So do leave my father to 
make a second examination of the dirt, and my mind at rest 
on it, being but an accident ; and so give me some kind of 
content to remember how painful it is sometimes to keep 
money as well as to get it, and how doubtful I was to keep it 
all night, and how to secure it to London. 

" About ten o'clock, took coach, my wife and I, and Willett 
and W. Hewer, and Mumford and Bowles (whom my lady 
sent me to go along with me my journey, not telling her the 
reason, but it was only to secure my gold), and my brother 
John on horseback; and with these four I thought myself 
pretty safe. My gold I put into a basket, and set it under 
one of the seats ; and so my work every quarter of an hour 
was to look to see whether all was well ; and I did ride in 
great fear all the day. 12th. — By five o'clock got home, and 
did bring my gold to my heart's content very safe, having 
not this day carried it in a basket, but in our hands ; the 
girl took care of one, and my wife of another bag, and I the 
rest, I being afraid of the bottom of the coach lest it should 
break." Such is Mr. Pepys' story. 

" Nor light nor darkness brings his pains relief : 
One shows the plunder, and one hides the thief." 

Mr. Crabbe has portrayed the marvel of an honest inha- 
bitant of Aldborough, when first he learnt, in his graphic 
phrase, " that money would breed," — that it could afford to 



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pay yearly interest. Shakespeare has several references to the 
fact. Shylock, and a clown in ' Twelfth Night ' making 
very quaint allusions. I shall only add one more tale from 
Mr. S. Trench's late stories of ' Realities of Irish Life.' A 
neighbour, who had saved two hundred pounds in gold, 
kept it in the thatch of his roof. One clay he appeared 
before Mr. Trench bearing his gold, and requesting him to 
be his depositee, expressing the comfort it would afford him. 
Mr. Trench declined the unprofitable duty, and pointed out 
to him the bank, which would accept his deposit and give 
him interest. The eye of Patrick flashed with intelligence 
and foresight as he warned Mr. Trench from the delusion of 
banks, which every year wasted the original sum by paying 
the stipend, and when you wished to reclaim the original, lo, 
it had disappeared. No, no, he would have no dividend, for- 
sooth, to eat away his capital ; which he bore back again 
(about five pounds' weight) and replaced it in his thatch. It 
was neither lost nor w r asted there ; it became the inheritance 
of his only daughter, a woman of extreme energy, who had 
from childhood loved — more, methinks, as a mother loves a 
helpless child — a good-hearted, unvicious piece of indolence 
and sloth. She followed him to New York and married him, 
nolens volens ; and Providence assigned to him an energetic 
woman, to make bis castle of indolence a bed of roses to the 
satisfaction of them both, — supplying for each the energy and 
the repose, both constitutional, both unvicious, which the 
other lacked. 

Highwaymen beset the highways, as burglars invaded the 
residences ; and Macaulay chuckles over the fact that his bete 
noire — the noble Marlborough — was eased of 5000Z. in gold 
in one of his trips between London and St. Alban's. 

From the regions of ministers and misers we may descend 
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it " the peevish and inhuman muse," which those who drink 
of Aganippe's fountain woo ; whilst others are apt to equal 
their Castalian spring and Parnassus with the height of the 
empyreal, regarding with pity the toilers on the land and 
deep. But herein, as in aught else, it is the mind, and not the 
outward circumstances, which makes the happiness suited to 
its strength and position ; for it must be confessed it is from 
the weak in bodily frame, the lame, and the blind, that we 
draw our poets ; and when we find a rare bodily exception to 
the rule, we find too often a mind x insatiate of applause, and 
pining for more appreciation of their productions. The 
votaries of the muse cannot be set down as so happy and 
contented as many a ploughman, nor does the smoothness of 
the lines gratify the eye more than the smoothness of the 
furrow. But these rhymes of Gay hardly aspire to the height 
of poesy, nor do they possess the banter and raciness, such as 
we find in Butler's ' Hudibras ' : — 

" When oyster- women lock their fish up, 
And trudge away to bawd, i No bishop ! ' " 
Neither has it the deep pathos of the Spenserian stanza, 
wdiich perhaps strives at the deepest vein of poetry. Take 
two of Thomson's, for example : — 

" mortal man, who livest here by toil, 
Do not complain of this thy hard estate; 
That like an emmet thou must ever moil, 
Is a hard sentence of an ancient date : 
And, certes, there is for it reason great ; 
For though sometimes it makes thee weep and wail, 
And curse thy star, and early drudge and late, 
Without en that would come a heavier bale, — 
Loose life, unruly passions, and diseases pale." 
And another stanza runs thus : — 



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" I care not, Fortune, what you me deny : 
You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace ; 
You cannot shut the windows of the sky, 
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; 
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace. 
The woods and lawns by living stream at eve. 
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, 
And I their toys to the great children leave ; 
Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave." 
Such is the stanza in which are written Spenser's ' Faerie 
Queen,' Thomson's ' Castle of Indolence,' and Byron's 
' Childe Harold/ and it is the highest flight of poetry : after 
which comes the heroic verse, in which we lap the heavy 
poems we call epic — their Latin appellation; of these the 
Iliads of Homer and the iEneids of Virgil are the ever 
recurring aspirations of poets doomed to fall untimely. 
The charm of Homer is that it is not only a poem, but it 
instructs us in the history — all that we know of it — of those 
prehistoric days. It is full of ballads, which are the ground- 
work by which we trace the manners and the tenets of the 
pagan tribes. The truth involved in ' Homer ' is the charm 
of his epic poem, while the falsehood involved in the 
' Henriacle ' of Voltaire is amply sufficient to condemn it 
utterly. For a specimen let us take Pope's ' Homer,' where 
Hector answers Andromache's appeal to stay and guard the 
walls of Troy : — 

" The chief replied, ' That post shall be my care ; 
Nor that alone, but all the works of war ; 
Still foremost let me stand to guard the throne, 
To save my father's honours and my own : 
Yet come it will, the day decreed by Fates — 
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That day when thou, imperial Troy, must bend, 
Must see thy warriors fall, thy glories end. 
And yet no presage dire so wounds my mind — 
My mother's death, the ruin of my kind — 
As thine, Andromache, thy griefs I dread. 
I see thee weeping, trembling, captive led, 
In Argive looms our battles to design, 
Woes — of which woes so large a part was thine ; 
To bear the victor's hard commands, or bring 
The waters from the Hypereian spring. 
There, whilst you groan beneath the load of life, 
They cry " Behold the Trojan Hector's wife ! " 
Some Argive, who shall live thy griefs to see, 
Embitters thy great woe by naming me : 
The thoughts of glory past and present shame, 
A thousand griefs, shall waken at the name. 
May I lie cold before that dreadful day, 
Pressed by a load of monumental clay 
Thy Hector, wrapped in everlasting sleep, 
Shall neither hear thee sigh nor see thee weep.' " 
Next in pathos is the mournful elegy ; of which none can 
surpass Gray's elegy : — 

" The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, 
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, 
Alike await the inevitable hour; 
The paths of glory lead but to the grave. 

Can storied urn or animated bust 
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? 
Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, 
Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death ? 

Full many a gem of purest ray serene 
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear ; 



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Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, 
And waste its sweetness on the desert air. 

Let not ambition mock our useful toil, 
Our homely joys and destiny obscure, 
Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile 
The short aud simple annals of the poor : 

Their names, their years spelt by the untaught Muse, 
The place of fame and elegy supply, 
And many a holy text around she strews, 
To teach the rustic moralist to die." 
Nursery rhymes, old ballads, odes, sonnets, epigrams, 
travesties, fables, satires, and eclogues, and, most of all, 
songs, provide daily pleasure for us from our cradle to the 
grave. Every language has its nursery rhymes, which are 
a sort of Delphian lot, sung in enigma from ' King Pittacus 
of Mytilene ' and ' Le bon Eoi Dagobert,' to the lullaby of 
' Four-and-twenty Blackbirds.' There is as much sarcasm in 
nursery rhymes as there is of pride and boast in the songs 
of bards at the feast of heroes, and as there is of humble 
confession in the funeral psalm. Song tends alike to evaporate 
exuberant spirits, and to soothe the soul in an affliction — as 
Desdemona informs us so sweetly in her misery : — 
" My mother had a maid called Barbara ; 
She was in love : and he she loved proved mad, 
And did forsake her. She had a song of willow, 
An old thing 'twas ; but it expressed her fortune, 
And she died singing it. That song to-night 
Will not go from my mind : I have much to do, 
But to go hang my head all of one side, 
And sing it like poor Barbara." 
Ophelia chanted as she floated down the brook, Arion 
tamed the flood, and Orpheus the trees and rocks. It is 



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a marvellous power which soothes alike the babe in the arms 
and the hero at the feast, the lover and the forsaken maiden, 
which leads to battle and returns from conquest ; therefore 
let us see the ode, in ' Eton Eevisited ' : — 

" Ah, happy hills ! ah, pleasing shade ! 

Ah, fields beloved in vain ! 

Where once my careless boyhood stra 

A stranger yet to pain. 

I feel the gales that from ye blow 

A momentary bliss bestow, 

As waving fresh their gladsome wing 

My weary soul they seem to soothe, 

And redolent of joy and youth, 

To breathe a second spring. 

Whilst some on earnest labour bent 

Their business, murmuring, ply 
'Gainst graver hours that bring constraint 

To sweeten liberty ; 
# Some bold adventurers disdain 

The limits of the little reign 
And unknown regions dare descry ; 

Still as they run they look behind, 

And hear a voice in every wind, 
And snatch a fearful joy. 

To each his sufferings, all are men 

Condemned alike to groan; 
The tender, for another's pain — 

The unfeeling, for his own. 
Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate, 
Since sorrow never comes too late ; 
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Thought would destroy their paradise. 
No more : ' where ignorance is bliss, 
'Tis folly to be wise.' " 
Let me add four lines from Denham's poem, ' On Cooper's 
Hill/ addressing the Eiver Thames : — 

" O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream 
My great example, as it is my theme! 
Though deep yet clear, though gentle yet not dull, 
Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full." 
Our old ballads are very fine : the opening of c Chevy 
Chase ' is equal to ' Wrath, Goddess sing the Wrath of 
Achilles,' or c Arms and the Man :' — 

" The Perse owt of Northumberland, 
And a vowe to Godde made he, 
That he would hunt in the mountains 
Of Cheviot within days three. 
In maugre of doughty Douglas 
And all that ever with him be, 
The fattest hartes in all Cheviot, 
He said, to kill and bear away. * 

' By my faith ! ' quoth the doughty Douglas then, 
1 I will lette that hunting, gif I may.' 

Worde is commen to Eddenburrowe 

To James, the Scottish King, 

That doughty Douglas, Lyfftenant of Marches, 

Lay slain Chevyot hills within. 

His handdes did James weal and wryng, 

Sighing, c Alas ! and woe is me — 

Such another captain Scotland within 

I trow there will never be ! ' 

Worde is commen to lovely Londone 

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That Lord Perse, Lyfftenant of Marches, 

Lay slain Cheviot hills within. 

' God have mercy on his soul ! ' said Kyng Harry, 

6 Good Lord, if thy will it be. 

I have a hondrith Captains in Englonde 

As good as ever was he ; 

But Perse, and I brook ray lyffe 

Thy death well quit shall be.' 

This was the honting off the Cheviot 

' That tear beganne this spurn :' 

Old men that known the ground well enough 

Call it the battle of Otterburn. 

At Otterburn began this spurn 

Upon a Monnynday ; 

There was the doughtie Douglas slain, 

The Perse went captive away." 
But of every species of poetry none are so rife with life 
and beauty as the song. It conjoins music with words, and 
brevity with sweetness. There is no position in which man 
does not sing, — in joy to express it, and in woe to relieve it : 
in company in chorus, and alone for companionship. Sir 
Walter Scott has imagined the minstrel to sing : — 

"I have song of war for knight, 
Lay of love for ladye bright, 
Fairie tale to lull the heir, 
Goblin grim the maid to scare. 
If you pity kith or kin, 
Take the wandering harper in." 
But songs are like the flowers of the field : each age hath its 
own, which fade and perish and make way for another crop, 
and every age claims its own. For melody, terseness, and 
beauty of words, the song excels more than any other form 

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of poetry ; and they are wise who have a private collection of 
the songs which, like swallows, come and disappear. 

It may appear strange to print the Fables of Gay, and say 
no word of our author ; but the truth is that it is unkind to 
withdraw the veil of privacy from any man's life. Doctor 
Johnson did an unkind deed when he wrote the ' Lives of 
the Poets;' for which he was fully repaid when Boswell 
flayed him bare as ever Apollo flayed Marsyas, and exposed 
all the quivering nerves to the light of day. Of all classes 
of men, the class of poets most need the concealing veil : the 
greatest have been blind ; the next greatest halt, and the re- 
mainder weak or deformed of frame. Debarred the healthier 
paths of life, man rushes for employment to the refuging 
muse ; and rightly so, for he finds an employment orna- 
mental and useful still. But solitude does not nurture the 
virtues cf the soul more than physical defect does that of 
the body, and the withdrawal of the curtain divulges a very 
sad sight of discontent and envy. Homer himself is recorded 
to have ejaculated his aspiration to be the favourite of the 
Greek girls and boys. A poet seer loves no brother near 
his throne, and is but too apt to complain of non-aj)preci- 
ation of his muse on the part of the world. The fault rather 
is in their own too sensitive souls ; and it is a fact that there 
is scarcely a name in the roll of poets, whose fame is not 
harmed by divulging his exotic life. The rural labourer's 
fate — 

" Where to be born and die, 
Of rich and poor, make all the history" — 
is far better than to be paraded from the disobedience of 
youth, the rebellion of manhood, and the disappointment of 
age, divulged in the storied lives of the few hundred names 
admitted to be British poets ; and the reading of whose works 



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is, as a rule, a task of weariness. The career of Gay is a 
very fair one as an average of the poetic. He mainly avoided 
the enumerated ills — enumerated by Dr. Johnson — 

" Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail." 
The poetic element in Britain was very strong in the days of 
Gay. Pope, Swift, Prior, Addison were the petted servants 
of the Ministers. They were all far more successful in their 
careers than was Gay, who from his boyhood refused to 
labour for his bread. Very early he found a patroness in the 
Duchess of Monmouth, who had x 

" Wept over Monmouth's bloody tomb," 
with whom he enjoyed a sort of honorary post — secretary to 
the shadow of a princess ; next he became a real secretary 
to the Earl of Clarendon, Ambassador at Hanover, as Prior 
had been to the Ambassador at Paris. We easily trace in 
Gay's career the unsatisfied overweening poetic soul, like 
a Chary bdis, insatiable of adulation. In 1716, the Earl of 
Burlington cheered him at his seat in Devon; in 1717, he 
accompanied Mr. Pulteney to Aix ; in 1718, Lord Harcourt 
soothed his spirits. Then he made money, which burnt holes 
in his pockets. He called his friends together, to ask how he 
should invest. His poetic friends Pope and Swift advised 
him to sink it in an annuity. But fate or fortune cast him 
in with Secretary Craggs and the South Sea scheme, and, 
from the possessor of 20,000Z., his capital collapsed to nil. 
In vain he had been bidden to sell and to realize. He had 
visions of wealth, and held on to be accidentally an honester 
man than if he had enriched himself by that delusive scheme ; 
but he nearly sunk beneath his disappointment, and his health 
was endangered. Hope and the Muse restored him to more 
life and to more disappointment. He then wrote ' The Captive, 
obtained an appointment to read it to the Princess of Wales, 

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stumbled, like Caesar, over a stool ; the princess screams! , 
the omen was a true one— 4 The Captive ' pined and died. 

In 1726 lie wrote these Fables, dedicating them to the 
Duke of Cumberland, and in 1727 his royal patron suc- 
ceeded to the crown; when he was offered .the post of 
Gentleman Usher to the Princess Louisa. Gay was hurt 
and indignant, and made court to Mrs. Howard (afterwards 
Countess of Suffolk), one of the anomalous favourites alluded 
to in page 131, but in vain. 

Then came the great success of his ' Beggars' Opera,' 
which was followed by 'Polly,' its sequel. 'Polly' was 
forbidden by the Lord Chamberlain, and a private subscrip- 
tion raised 1200?. to recompense Gay for not being suffered 
to please the mob with his immorality. And, lastly, the Duke 
and Duchess of Queensberry took this child of nature by 
the hand— the duke to manage his worldly substance, and 
the duchess to soothe his insatiable vanity— and so he died 
at the early age of 45, and has a very pretty tomb, with 
" Queensberry weeping o'er his urn," in Poets' Corner. 
I 'ope's epitaph runs thus : — 

k ' Blest be the gods for those they took away, 
And those they left me, for they left me Gay. 
Left me to see deserted genius bloom, 
Neglected die, and tell it on his tomb ; 
Of all his blameless life the sole return 
My verse and Queensberry weeping o'er his urn" 
Peace with his dust ! Another couplet of Pope's, methinks, 
has more of moral truth and justice :— 

"A wit's a feather, and a chief's a rod; 
An honest man 's the noblest work of God." 



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